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THE  FA^r<6 


ODYSSEY  OF  HOMER 


TRANSLATED  BY 


ALEXANDER  POPE. 


NEW  YORK: 
AMERICAN   BOOK   EXCHANGE, 

TRIBUNE  BUILDING. 
1880. 


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CONTENTS. 


THE  ODYSSEY. 


PAi 


rNTKODUCTION. 


1 


BOOK  I. 

MINERVA'S  DESCENT  TO  ITHACA 29 

BOOK  II. 

THE  COUNCIL  OP  ITHACA 43 

BOOK  III. 
THE  INTERVIEW  OF  TELEMACHXJS  AND  NESTOR 53 

BOOK  IV. 
THE  CONFERENCE  WITH  MENELAUS 67 

BOOK  V. 
THE  DEPARTURE  OP  ULYSSES   FROM  CALYPSO 91 

BOOK  VI 105 

BOOK  VII. 

THE  COURT  OP  ALCINOtJS :   114 

BOOK  VIII 134 

BOOK  IX. 

THE    ADVENTURES    OP    THE    CICONS,    LOTOPHAGI    AND 

CYCLOPS 138 

(iii) 


17  CONTENTS. 

BOOK  X. 

PASS 

ADVENTURES  WITH  ^OLUS,    L^STRYGONS  AND  CIRCE.    153 

BOOK  XI. 

THE  DESCENT  INTO  HELL 169 

BOOK  XII. 

THE  SIRENS,    SCYLLA  AND  CHARTBDI8 187 

BOOK  XIII. 
THE  ARRIVAL  OF   ULYSSES  IN   ITHACA 199 

BOOK  XIV. 
THE  CONVERSATION  WITH   EUM^US 211 

BOOK  XV. 
THE  RETURN  OP  TELEMACHUS 225 

BOOK  XVI. 

THE  DISCOVERY  OP  ULYSSES   TO  TELEMACHUS 239 

BOOK  XVII 250 

BOOK  XVIII. 

THE  FIGHT  OP   ULYSSES   AND   IRUS 265 

BOOK  XIX. 
THE  DISCOVERY  OP  ULYSSES  TO  EURYCLEA 276 

BOOK  XX 292 

BOOK  XXI. 

THE  BENDING  OP  ULYSSES'   BOW 303 

BOOK  XXII. 

THE  DEATH   OF  THE   SUITORS 314 

BOOK  XXIII 326 

BOOK  XXIV 335 


INTRODUCTIOINJ. 


SCEPTICISM  is  as  much  tlie  result  of  knowledge,  as  knowl- 
edge is  of  scepticism.  To  be  content  with  what  we  at 
present  know,  is,  for  the  most  part,  to  shut  our  ears  against 
conviction  ;  since,  from  the  very  gradual  character  of  our 
education,  we  must  continually  forget,  and  emancipate  our- 
selves from,  knowledge  previously  acquired  ;  we  must  set 
aside  old  notions  and  embrace  fresh  ones  ;  and,  as  we  learn, 
we  must  be  daily  unlearning  something  which  it  has  cost 
us  no  small  labour  and  anxiety  to  acquire. 

And  this  difficulty  attaches  itself  more  closely  to  an  age 
in  which  progress  has  gained  a  strong  ascendency  over  pre- 
judice, and  in  which  persons  and  things  are,  day  by  day,  . 
finding  their  real  level,  in  lieu  of  their  conventional  value. 
The  same  principles  which  have  swept  away  traditional 
abuses,  and  which  are  making  rapid  havoc  among  the  rev- 
enues of  sinecurists,  and  stripping  the  thin,  tawdry  veil 
from  attractive  superstitions,  are  working  as  actively  in  liter- 
ature as  in  society.  The  credulity  of  one  writer,  or  the  par- 
tiality of  another,  finds  as  powerful  a  touchstone  and  as 
wholesome  a  chastisement  in  the  healthy  scepticism  of  a 
temperate  class  of  antagonists,  as  the  dreams  of  conservatism, 
or  the  impostures  of  pluralist  sinecures  in  the  Church.  His- 
tory and  tradition,  whether  of  ancient  or  comparatively  re- 
cent times,  are  subjected  to  very  different  handling  from 
that  which  the  indulgence  or  credulity  of  former  ages  could 
allow.  Mere  statements  are  jealously  watched,  and  the  mo- 
tives of  the  writer  form  as  important  an  ingredient  in  the 
analysis  of  his  history,  as  the  facts  he  records.  Probability 
is  a  powerful  and  troublesome  test  ;  and  it  is  by  this  trou- 
blesome standard  that  a  large  portion  of  historical  evidence 
is  sifted.  Consistency  is  no  less  pertinacious  and  exacting 
in  its  demands.  In  brief,  to  write  a  history,  we  must  know 
more  than  mere  facts.  Human  nature,  viewed  under  an  in- 
duction of  extended  experience,  is  the  best  help  to  the  criti- 
cism of  human  history.  Historical  characters  can  only  be 
estimated  by  the  standard  which  human  experience,  whether 
actual  or  traditionary,  has  furnished.  To  form  correct 
(5) 


6  THE   ODYSSEY   OP   HOMER. 

views  of  individuals  we  must  regard  them  as  forming  parts 
of  a  great  whole — we  must  measure  them  by  their  relation 
to  the  mass  of  beings  by  whom  they  are  surrounded  ;  and,  in 
contemplating  the  incidents  in  their  lives  or  condition  which 
tradition  has  handed  down  to  ns,  we  must  rather  consider 
the  general  bearing  of  the  whole  narrative,  than  the  respect- 
ive probability  of  its  details. 

It  is  unfortunate  for  us,  that,  of  some  of  the  greatest  men, 
we  know  least,  and  talk  most.  Homer,  Socrates,  and  Shake- 
spere  have,  perhaps,  contributed  more  to  the  intellectual  en- 
lightenment of  mankind  than  any  other  three  writers  who 
could  be  named,  and  yet  the  history  of  all  three  has  given 
rise  to  a  boundless  ocean  of  discussion,  which  has  left  us 
little  save  the  option  of  choosing  which  theory  or  theories 
we  will  follow.  The  personahty  of  Shakespere  is,  perhaps, 
the  only  thing  in  whicli  critics  will  allow  us  to  believe  with- 
out controversy  ;  but  upon  everything  else,  even  down  to  the 
authorship  of  plays,  there  is  more  or  less  of  doubt  and  un- 
certainty. Of  Socrates  we  know  as  little  as  the  contradic- 
tions of  Plato  and  Xenophon  will  allow  us  to  know.  He  was 
one  of  the  dramatis  personce  in  two  dramas  as  unlike  in 
principles  as  in  style.  He  appears  as  the  enunciator  of 
opinions  as  different  in  their  tone  as  those  of  the  writers  who 
have  handed  them  down.  When  we  have  read  Plato  oj* 
Xenophon,  we  think  we  know  something  of  Socrates  ;  when 
we  have  fairly  read  and  examined  both,  we  feel  convinced 
that  we  are  something  worse  than  ignorant. 

It  has  been  an  easy,  and  a  popular  expedient  of  late  years, 
to  deny  the  personal  or  real  existence  of  men  and  things 
whose  life  and  condition  were  too  much  for  our  belief.  This 
system — which  has  often  comforted  the  religious  sceptic, 
and  substituted  the  consolations  of  Strauss  for  those  of  the 
Kew  Testament — has  been  of  incalculable  value  to  the  his- 
torical theorists  of  the  last  and  present  centuries.  To  ques- 
tion the  existence  of  Alexander  the  Great,  would  be  a  more 
excusable  act,  than  to  believe  in  that  of  Romulus,  'lo  deny 
a  fact  related  in  Herodotus,  because  it  is  inconsistent  with  a 
theory  developed  from  an  Assyrian  inscription  which  no 
two  scholars  read  in  the  same  way,  is  more  pardonable,  than 
to  believe  in  the  good-natured  old  king  whom  the  elegant 
pen  of  Florian  has  idealized — Numa  Pompilius. 

Scepticism  has  attained  its  culminating  point  with  respect 
to  Homer,  and  the  state  of  our  Homeric  knowledge  may  be 
described  as  a  free  permission  to  believe  any  theory,  pro- 
vided we  throw  overboard  all  written  tradition,  concerning 
the  author  or  authois  of  the  Iliad  and  Odyssey.  What  few 
authorities  exist  on  the  subject,  are  summarily  dismissed, 


INTKODUCTION.  7 

although  the  arguments  appear  to  run  in  a  circle.     "This 

cannot  be  true,  because  it  is  not  true  ;  and  that  is  not  true, 
because  it  cannot  bo  true."  Such  seems  to  be  the  style,  in 
which  testimony  upon  testimony,  statement  upon  statement, 
is  consigned  to  denial  and  oblivion. 

It  is,  however,  untortunate  that  the  professed  biographies 
of  Homer  are  partly  forgeries,  partly  freaks  of  ingenuity  and 
imagination,  in  which  truth  is  the  requisite  most  wanting. 
Before  taking  a  brief  review  of  the  Homeric  theory  in  its 
present  conditions,  some  notice  must  be  taken  of  the  treatise 
on  the  Life  of  Homer  which  has  been  attributed  to  Herod- 
otus. 

According  to  this  document,  the  city  of  Cumse  in  ^olia 
was,  at  an  early  period,  the  seat  of  frequent  immigrations 
from  various  parts  of  Greece.  Among  the  immigrants  was 
Menapolus,  the  son  of  Ithagenes.  Although  poor,  he  mar- 
ried, and  the  result  of  the  union  was  a  girl  named  Crithei's. 
The  girl  was  left  an  orphan  at  an  early  age,  under  the  guard- 
ianship of  Cleanax,  of  Argos.  It  is  to  the  indiscretion  of 
this  maiden  that  we  "  are  indebted  for  so  much  happiness." 
Homer  was  the  first  fruit  of  her  juvenile  frailty,  and  re- 
ceived the  name  of  Melesigenes,  from  having  been  born  near 
the  river  Meles  in  Boeotia,  whither  Critheis  had  been  trans- 
ported in  order  to  save  her  reputation. 

"At  this  time,"  continues  our  narrative,  "there  lived  at 
Smyrna  a  man  named  Pliemius,  a  teacher  of  literature  and 
music,  who,  not  being  married,  engaged  Critheis  to  manage 
his  household,  and  spin  the  flax  he  received  as  the  price  of 
his  scholastic  labours.  So  satisfactory  was  her  performance 
of  this  task,  and  so  modest  her  conduct,  that  he  made  pro- 
posals of  marriage,  declaring  himself,  as  a  further  induce- 
ment, willing  to  adopt  her  son,  who,  he  asserted,  would  be- 
come a  clever  man,  if  he  were  carefully  brought  up." 

They  were  married  ;  careful  cultivation  ripened  the  tal- 
ents which  nature  had  bestowed,  and  Melesigenes  soon  sur- 
passed his  schoolfellows  in  every  attainment,  and,  when 
older,  rivalled  his  preceptor  in  wisdom.  Phemius  died, 
leaving  him  sole  heir  to  his  property,  and  his  mother  soon 
followed.  Melesigenes  carried  on  his  adopted  father's  school 
with  great  succe,ss,  exciting  the  admiration  not  only  of  the 
inhabitants  of  Smyrna,  but  also  of  the  strangers  whom  the 
trade  carried  on  there,  especially  in  the  exportation  of  corn, 
attracted  to  that  city.  Among  these  visitors,  one  Mentes, 
from  Leucadia,  the  modern  Santa  Maura,  who  evinced  a 
knowledge  and  intelligence  rarely  found  in  those  times,  per- 
suaded Melesigenes  to  close  his  school,  and  accompany  him 
on  his  travels.     He  promised  not  only  to  pay  his  expenses, 


8  THE  0DTS8ET  OP  HOMER. 

but  to  furnish  him  with  a  further  stipend,  urging,  that, 
' '  While  he  was  yet  young,  it  was  fitting  that  he  should  see 
with  his  own  eyes  the  countries  and  cities  which  might 
hereafter  be  the  subjects  of  his  discourses."  Melesigenes 
consented,  and  set  out  with  his  patron,  ' '  examining  all  the 
curiosities  of  the  countries  they  visited,  and  informing  him- 
self of  everything  by  interrogating  those  whom  he  met." 
We  may  also  suppose,  that  he  wrote  memoirs  of  all  that  he 
deemed  worthy  of  preservation.  Having  set  sail  from  Tyr- 
rhenia  and  Iberia,  they  reached  Ithaca.  Here  Melesigenes, 
who  had  already  suffered  in  his  eyes,  became  much  worse  ; 
and  Mentes.  who  was  about  to  leave  for  Leucadia,  left  him 
to  the  medical  superintendence  of  a  friend  of  his,  named 
Mentor,  the  son  of  Alcinor.  Under  his  hospitable  and  intel- 
ligent host,  Melesigenes  rapidly  became  acquainted  with  the 
legends  respecting  Ulysses,  which  afterwards  formed  the 
subject  of  the  Odyssey.  The  inhabitants  of  Ithaca  assert, 
that  it  was  here  that  Melesigenes  became  blind,  but  the 
Colophonians  make  their  city  the  seat  of  that  misfortune. 
He  then  returned  to  Smyrna,  where  he  applied  himself  to 
the  study  of  poetry. 

But  poverty  soon  drove  him  to  Cumae.  Having  passed 
over  the  Hermaean  plain,  he  arrived  at  Neon  Teichos,  the 
New  Wall,  a  colony  of  Cumae.  Here  his  misfortunes  and 
poetical  talent  gained  him  the  friendship  of  one  Tychias,  an 
armourer.  "  And  up  to  my  time,"  continues  the  author, 
"  the  inhabitants  showed  the  place  where  he  used  to  sit 
when  giving  a  recitation  of  his  verses  ;  and  they  greatly 
honoured  the  spot.  Here  also  a  poplar  grew,  which  they 
said  had  sprung  up  ever  since  Melesigenes  arrived." 

But  poverty  still  drove  him  OU;  and  he  went  by  way  of 
Larissa,  as  being  the  most  convenient  road.  Here,  the  Cu- 
mans  say,  he  composed  an  epitaph  on  Qordius,  king  of 
Phrygia,  which  has  however,  and  with  greater  probability, 
been  attributed  to  Cleobulus  of  Lindus. 

Arrived  at  Cumae,  he  frequented  the  conversaziones  of  the 
old  men,  and  delighted  all  by  the  charms  of  his  poetry. 
Encouraged  by  this  favourable  reception,  he  declared  that, 
if  they  would  allow  him  a  public  maintenance,  he  would 
render  their  city  most  gloriously  renowned.  They  avowed 
their  willingness  to  support  him  in  the  measure  he  proposed, 
and  procured  him  an  audience  in  the  council.  Having  made 
the  speech,  with  the  purport  of  which  our  author  has  for- 
gotten to  acquaint  us,  he  retired,  and  left  them  to  debate  re- 
specting the  answer  to  be  given  to  his  proposal. 

The  greater  part  of  the  assembly  seemed  favourable  to 
the  poet's  demand,  butonemau  "  observed  that  if  they  were 


INTHODUCTIOK.  6 

to  feed  Homers,  they  would  be  encumbered  with  a  multi- 
tude of  useless  people."  "From  this  circumstance,"  says 
the  writer,  "  Melesigenes  acquired  the  name  of  Homer,  for 
the  Cumans  call  blind  men  Homers."  With  a  love  of  econ- 
omy, which  shows  how  similar  the  world  has  always  been 
in  its  treatment  of  literary  men,  the  pension  was  denied,  and 
the  poet  vented  his  disappointment  in  a  wish  that  Cumae 
might  never  produce  a  poet  capable  of  giving  it  renown  and 
glory. 

At  Phocaea  Homer  was  destined  to  experience  another 
literary  distress.  One  Thestorides,  who  aimed  at  the  repu- 
tation of  poetical  genius,  kept  Homer  in  his  own  house,  and 
allowed  him  a  pittance,  on  condition  of  the  verses  of  the 
poet  passing  in  his  name.  Having  collected  sufficient  pc 
etry  to  be  profitable,  Thestorides,  like  some  would-be  literary 
publishers,  neglected  the  man  whose  brains  he  had  sucked, 
and  left  him.  At  his  departure.  Homer  is  said  to  have  ob- 
served :  "  O  Thestorides,  of  the  many  things  hidden  from 
the  knowledge  of  man,  nothing  is  more  unintelligible  than 
the  human  heart. " 

Homer  continued  his  career  of  difficulty  and  distress,  until 
some  Chian  merchants,  struck  by  the  similarity  of  the  verses 
they  heard  him  recite,  acquainted  him  vdth  the  fact  that 
Thestorides  was  pursuing  a  profitable  livelihood  by  the  re- 
cital of  the  very  same  poems.  This  at  once  determined  him 
to  set  out  for  Chios.  No  vessel  happened  then  to  be  setting 
sail  thither,  but  he  found  one  ready  to  start  for  Erythrae,  a 
town  of  Ionia,  which  faces  that  island,  and  he  prevailed 
upon  the  seamen  to  allow  him  to  accompany  them.  Having 
embarked,  he  invoked  a  favourable  wind,  and  prayed  that  he 
might  be  able  to  expose  the  imposture  of  Thestorides,  who, 
by  his  breach  of  hospitality,  had  drawn  down  the  wrath  of 
Jove  the  Hospitable. 

At  Erythrae,  Homer  fortunately  met  with  a  person  who 
had  known  him  in  Phocaea,  by  whose  assistance  he  at  length, 
after  some  difficulty,  reached  the  little  hamlet  of  Pithys. 
Here  he  met  with  an  adventure,  which  we  will  continue  in 
the  words  of  our  author.  "Having  set  out  from  Pithys, 
Homer  went  on,  attracted  by  the  cries  of  some  goats  that 
were  pasturing.  The  dogs  barked  on  his  approach,  and  he 
cried  out.  Glaucus  (for  that  was  the  name  of  the  goat-herd) 
heard  his  voice,  ran  up  quickly,  called  off  his  dogs,  and 
di"ove  them  away  from  Homer.  For  some  time  he  stood 
wondering  how  a  blind  man  should  have  reached  such  a 
place  alone,  and  what  could  be  his  design  in  coming.  He 
then  went  up  to  him  and  inquired  who  he  was,  and  how  he 
had  tiome  to  desolate  places  and   untrodden  spots,  and  of 


10  THE  ODTSSET  OP  HOMER. 

■what  he  stood  in  need.  Homer,  by  recounting  to  him  the 
whole  history  of  his  misfortunes,  moved  him  witli  compas- 
sion  ;  aud  he  toolv  him  and  led  him  to  his  cot,  and,  having 
lit  a  fire,  bade  him  sup. 

"  The  dogs,  instead  of  eating,  kept  barking  at  the  stran- 
ger, according  to  their  usual  habit.  Whereupon  Homer  ad- 
dressed Glaucus  thus  :  O  Glaucus,  my  friend,  prytliee  at- 
tend to  my  behest.  First  give  the  dogs  their  supper  at  the 
doors  of  the  hut  :  for  so  it  is  better,  since,  whilst  they  watch, 
nor  thief  nor  wild  beast  will  approach  the  fold. 

"Glaucus  was  pleased  with  the  advice  and  marvelled  at  its 
author.  Having  finished  supper,  they  banqueted  afresh  on 
conversation,  Homer  narrating  his  wanderings,  and  telling 
of  the  cities  he  had  visited. 

"  At  length  they  retired  to  rest ;  but  on  the  following  morn- 
ing, Glaucus  resolved  to  go  to  his  master,  and  acquaint  him 
with  his  meeting  with  Homer.  Having  left  the  goats  in 
charge  of  a  fellow-servant,  he  left  Homer  at  home,  promis- 
ing to  return  quickly.  Having  arrived  at  Bolissus,  a  place 
near  the  farm,  and  finding  his  mate,  he  told  him  the  whole 
story  respecting  Homer  and  his  journey.  He  paid  little  at- 
tention to  what  he  said,  and  blamed  Glaucus  for  his  stupid- 
ity in  taking  in  and  feeding  maimed  aud  enfeebled  persons. 
However,  he  bade  him  bring  the  stranger  to  him. 

"  Glaucus  told  Homer  what  had  taken  place,  and  bade  him 
follow  him,  assuring  him  that  good  fortune  would  be  the 
result.  Conversation  soon  showed  that  the  stranger  was  a 
man  of  much  cleverness  and  general  knowledge,  and  the 
Chian  persuaded  him  to  remain,  and  to  undertake  the  charge 
of  his  children." 

Besides  the  satisfaction  of  driving  the  impos'.or  Thestor- 
ides  from  the  island,  Homer  enjoyed  considerable  success  as 
a  teacher.  In  the  town  of  Chios  he  established  a  school, 
where  he  taught  the  precepts  of  poetry.  "To  this  day," 
says  Chandler,  "  the  most  curious  remain  is  that  which  has 
been  named,  without  reason,  the  School  of  Homer.  It  is  on 
the  coast,  at  some  distance  from  the  city,  northward,  and 
appears  to  have  been  an  open  temple  of  Cybele,  formed  on 
the  top  of  a  rock.  The  shape  is  oval,  and  in  the  centre  is 
the  image  of  the  goddess,  the  head  and  an  arm  wanting. 
She  is  represented,  as  usual,  sitting.  The  chair  has  a 
lion  carved  on  each  side,  aud  on  the  back.  The  area  is 
bounded  by  a  low  rim,  or  seat,  and  about  five  yards  over. 
The  whole  is  hewn  out  of  the  mountain,  is  rude,  indistinct, 
and  probably  of  the  most  remote  antiquity." 

So  successful  was  this  school,  that  Homer  realised  a  con- 
siderable fortune.  He  married,  aud  had  two  daughters,  one 
of  whom  died  single,  the  other  married  a  Chian. 


INTRODUCTION.  1 1 

The  following  passage  betrays  the  same  tendency  to  con 
uect  the  personages  of  the  poems  with  the  history  of  thu 
poet,  which  has  already  been  mentioned  : — 

' '  In  his  poetical  compositions  Homer  displays  great  grat- 
itude towards  Mentor  of  Ithaca,  in  the  Odyssey,  whose  namo 
he  has  inserted  in  his  poem  as  the  companion  of  Ulysses,  in 
return  for  the  care  taken  of  him  when  afflicted  with  blind- 
ness. He  also  testifies  his  gratitude  to  Phemius,  who  had 
given  him  both  sustenance  and  instruction." 

His  celebrity  continued  to  increaoe,  and  many  persons  ad- 
vised him  to  visit  Greece,  whither  his  reputation  had  now 
extended.  Having,  it  is  said,  made  some  additions  to  his 
poems  calculated  to  please  the  vanity  of  the  Athenians,  of 
whose  city  he  had  hitherto  made  no  mention,  he  set  out  for 
Samos.  Here,  being  recognized  by  a  Samian,  who  had  met 
with  him  in  Chios,  he  was  handsomely  received,  and  invited 
to  join  in  celebrating  the  Apaturian  festival.  He  recited 
6ome  verses,  which  gave  great  satisfaction,  and  by  singing 
the  Eiresione  at  the  New  Moon  festivals,  he  earned  a  sub- 
sistence, visiting  the  houses  of  the  rich,  with  whose  chil- 
dren he  was  very  jiopular. 

In  the  spring  he  sailed  for  Athens,  and  arrived  at  the 
island  of  los,  now  Ino,  where  he  fell  extremely  ill,  and 
died.  It  is  said  that  his  death  q^-ose  from  vexation,  at  not 
having  been  able  to  unravel  an  enigma  proposed  by  some 
fishermen's  children. 

Such  is,  in  brief,  the  substance  of  the  earliest  life  of  Ho- 
mer we  possess,  and  so  broad  are  the  evidences  of  its  histor- 
ical worthlessness,  that  it  is  scarcely  necessary  to  point  them 
out  in  detail.  Let  us  now  consider  some  of  the  opinions  to 
which  a  persevering,  patient,  and  learned — but  by  no  means 
consistent — series  of  investigations  has  led.  In  doing  so,  I 
profess  to  bring  forward  statements,  not  to  vouch  for  their 
reasonableness  or  probability. 

"Homer  appeared.  The  history  of  this  poet  and  his 
works  is  lost  in  doubtful  obscurity,  as  is  the  history  of  many 
of  the  first  minds  who  have  done  honour  to  humanity,  be- 
cause they  rose  amidst  darkness.  The  majestic  stream  of 
his  song,  blessing  and  fertilizing,  flows  like  the  Nile,  through 
many  lands  and  nations  ;  and,  like  the  sources  of  the  Nile, 
its  fountains  will  ever  remain  concealed." 

Such  are  the  words  in  which  one  of  the  most  judicious 
Gennan  critics  has  eloquently  descril)ed  the  uncertainty  in 
which  the  wliole  of  the  llonK-ric  question  is  involved.  With 
no  less  tmth  and  feeling  he  proceeds  : — 

'•  It  seems  here  of  chief  importance  to  expect  no  more 
than  the  nature  of  tilings  makes  possible.     If  the  period  of 


12  THE   ODTBSEY   OF   HOMER. 

tradition  in  history  is  the  region  of  twilight,  we  should  not 
expect  in  it  perfect  light.  The  creations  of  genius  always 
seem  like  miracles,  because  they  are,  for  the  most  part,  cre- 
ated far  out  of  the  reach  of  observation.  If  we  were  in  pos- 
session of  all  the  historical  testimonies,  we  never  could 
wholly  explain  the  origin  of  the  Iliad  and  the  Odyssey  ;  for 
their  origin,  in  all  essential  points,  must  have  remained  the 
secret  of  the  poet." 

From  this  criticism,  which  shows  as  much  insight  into  the 
depths  of  human  nature  as  into  the  minute  wire-drawings 
of  scholastic  investigation,  let  us  pass  on  to  the  main  ques- 
tion at  issue.  Was  Homer  an  individual  ?  or  were  the  Iliad 
and  Odyssey  the  result  of  an  ingenious  arrangement  of  frag- 
ments by  earlier  poets  ? 

Well  has  Landor  remarked  :  ' '  Some  tell  us  there  were 
twenty  Homers  ;  some  deny  that  there  was  ever  one.  It 
were  idle  and  foolish  to  shake  the  contents  of  a  vase,  in 
order  to  let  them  settle  at  last.  We  are  perpetually  labour- 
ing to  destroy  our  delights,  our  composure,  our  devotion  to 
superior  power.  Of  all  the  animals  on  earth  we  least  know 
what  is  good  for  us.  My  opinion  is,  that  what  is  best  for 
us  is  our  admiration  of  good.  No  man  living  venerates  Ho- 
mer more  than  I  do." 

But,  greatly  as  we  admi];p  tae  generous  enthusiasm  which 
rests  contented  with  the  poetry  on  which  its  best  impulses 
had  been  nurtured  and  fostered,  without  seeking  to  destroy 
the  vividness  of  first  impressions  by  minute  analysis,  our 
editorial  office  compels  us  to  give  some  attention  to  the  doubts 
and  difficulties  with  which  the  Homeric  question  is  beset, 
and  to  entreat  our  reader,  for  a  brief  period,  to  prefer  his 
judgment  to  his  imagination,  and  to  condescend  to  dry  details. 

Before,  however,  entering  into  particulars  respecting  the 
question  of  this  unity  of  the  Homeric  poems,  (at  least  of  the 
Iliad,)  I  must  express  my  sympathy  with  the  sentiments  ex- 
pressed in  the  following  remarks  : — 

"  We  cannot  but  think  the  universal  admiration  of  its 
unity  by  the  better,  the  poetic  age  of  Greece,  almost  conclu- 
sive testimony  to  its  original  composition.  It  was  not  till 
the  age  of  the  grammarians  that  its  primitive  integrity  was 
called  in  question  ;  nor  is  it  injustice  to  assert,  that  the  mi- 
nute and  analytical  spirit  of  a  grammarian  is  not  the  best 
qualification  for  the  profound  feeling,  the  comprehensive 
conception  of  an  harmonious  whole.  The  most  exquisite 
anatomist  may  be  no  judge  of  the  symmetry  of  the  human 
frame  ;  and  we  would  take  the  opinion  of  Chantrey  or  West- 
raacott  on  the  proportions  and  general  beauty  of  a  form, 
rather  than  that  of  Mr.  Brodie  or  Sir  Astley  Cooper. 


INTRODUCTION.  13 

"  There  Is  some  truth,  though  some  malicious  exaggera- 
tion, in  the  lines  of  Pope  : — 

" '  The  critic  eye — that  microscope  of  wit — 
Sees  hairs  and  pores,  examines  bit  by  bit ; 
How  parts  relate  to  parts,  or  they  to  whole. 
The  body's  harmony,  the  beaming  soul. 
Are  things  which  Kuster,  Burmann,  Wasse,  shall  see. 
When  man's  whole  frame  is  obvious  to  a  flea.'  " 

Long  was  the  time  which  elapsed  before  any  one  dreamt 
of  questioning  the  unity  of  the  authorship  of  the  Homeric 
poems.  The  grave  and  cautious  Thucydides  quoted  with- 
out hesitation  the  Hymn  to  Apollo,  the  authenticity  of 
which  has  been  already  disclaimed  by  modern  critics.  Lon- 
ginus,  in  an  oft-quoted  passage,  merely  expressed  an  opinion 
touching  the  comparative  inferiority  of  the  Odyssey  to  the  Il- 
iad ;  and,  among  a  mass  of  ancient  authors,  whose  very  names 
it  would  be  tedious  to  detail,  no  suspicion  of  the  personal 
non-existence  of  Homer  ever  arose.  So  far,  the  voice  of 
antiquity  seems  to  be  in  favour  of  our  early  ideas  on  the 
subject  :  let  us  now  see  what  are  the  discoveries  to  which 
more  modern  investigations  lay  claim. 

At  the  end  of  the  seventeenth  century,  doubts  had  begun 
to  awaken  on  the  subject,  and  we  find  Bentley  remarliing 
that  "  Homer  wrote  a  sequel  of  songs  and  rhapsodies,  to 
be  sung  by  himself,  for  small  comings  and  good  cheer,  at 
festivals  and  other  days  of  merriment.  These  loose  songs 
were  not  collected  together,  in  tlie  form  of  an  epic  poem, 
till  about  Peisistratus'  time,  about  five  hundred  years  after." 

Two  French  writers — Hedelin  and  Perrault — avowed  a 
similar  scepticism  on  the  subject  ;  but  it  is  in  the  "  Scienza 
Nuova  "  of  Battista  Vico,  that  we  first  meet  with  the  germ 
of  the  theory,  subsequently  defended  by  Wolf  with  so 
much  learning  and  acuteness.  Indeed,  it  is  with  the  Wolf- 
ian  theory  that  we  have  chiefly  to  deal,  and  with  the  follow- 
ing bold  hypothesis,  which  we  will  detail  in  the  words  of 
Grote  : — 

"  Half  a  century  ago,  the  acute  and  valuable  Prolegomena 
of  F.  A.  Wolf,  turning  to  account  the  Venetian  Scholia, 
which  had  then  been  recently  published,  first  opened  phil- 
osophical discussion  as  to  the  history  of  the  Homeric  text. 
A  considerable  part  of  that  dissertation  (though  by  no  means 
the  whole)  is  employed  in  vindicating  the  position,  pre- 
viously announced  by  Bentley,  amongst  others,  that  the 
separate  constituent  portions  of  the  Iliad  and  Odyssey  had 
not  been  cemented  together  into  any  compact  body  and  un- 
changeable order,  until  the  days  of  Peisistratus,  in  the  sixth 
cientury  before  Christ.      As  a  step  towards  that  conclusion, 


14  THE   ODTSSET  OF   HOMER. 

Wolf  maintained  that  no  written  copies  of  either  poem  could 
be  shown  to  have  existed  during  the  earlier  times,  to  which 
their  composition  is  referred  ;  and  that  without  writing, 
neither  the  perfect  symmetry  of  so  complicated  a  work 
could  have  been  originally  conceived  by  any  poet,  nor,  if 
realized  by  him,  transmitted  with  assurance  to  posterity. 
The  absence  of  easy  and  convenient  writing,  such  as  must 
be  indispensably  supposed  for  long  manuscripts,  among  the 
early  Greeks,  was  thus  one  of  the  points  in  Wolf's  case 
against  the  primitive  integrity  of  the  Iliad  and  Odyssey. 
By  Nitzsch,  and  other  leading  opponents  of  Wolf,  the  con- 
nection of  the  one  with  the  other  seems  to  have  been  ac- 
cepted as  he  originally  put  it ;  and  it  has  been  considered 
incumbent  on  those  who  defended  the  ancient  aggregate 
character  of  the  Iliad  and  Odyssey,  to  maintain  that  they 
were  written  poems  from  the  beginning. 

"  To  me  it  appears,  that  the  architectonic  functions  as- 
cribed by  Wolf  to  Peisistratus  and  his  associates,  in  refer- 
ence to  the  Homeric  poems,  are  nowise  admissible.  But 
much  would  undoubtedly  be  gained  towards  that  view  of 
the  question,  if  it  could  be  shown,  that,  in  order  to  contro- 
vert it,  we  were  driven  to  the  necessity  of  admitting  long 
written  poems,  in  the  ninth  century  before  the  Christian 
aera.  Few  things,  in  my  opinion,  can  be  more  improbable  ; 
and  Mr.  Payne  Knight,  opposed  as  he  is  to  the  Wolfian  hy- 
pothesis, admits  this  no  less  than  Wolf  himself.  The 
traces  of  writing  in  Greece,  even  in  the  seventh  century 
before  the  Christian  aera,  are  exceedingly  trifling.  AVe 
have  no  remaining  inscription  earlier  than  the  fortieth 
Olympiad,  and  the  early  inscriptions  are  rude  and  unskil- 
fully executed  ;  nor  can  we  even  assure  ourselves  whether 
Arciiilochus,  Simonides  of  Amorgus,  Kallinus,  Tyrtseus, 
Xanthus,  and  the  other  early  elegiac  and  lyric  poets,  com- 
mitted their  compositions  to  writing,  or  at  what  time  the 
practice  of  doing  so  became  familiar.  The  iirst  positive 
ground  which  authorizes  us  to  presume  the  existence  of  a 
manuscript  of  Homer,  is  in  the  famous  ordinance  of  Solon, 
with  regard  to  the  rhapsodies  at  the  Panathenaea  :  but  for 
what  length  of  time  previously  manuscripts  had  existed,  we 
are  unable  to  say. 

"  Those  who  maintain  the  Homeric  poems  to  have  been 
written  from  the  beginning,  rest  their  case,  not  upon  posi- 
tive proofs,  nor  yet  upon  the  existing  habits  of  society  with 
regard  to  poetry — for  they  admit  generally  that  th^  Iliad 
and  Odyssey  were  not  read,  but  recited  and  heard, — but 
UDon  the  supposed  necessity  that  there  must  have  been 
manuscripts  to  ensure  the  preservation  of  the  poems — the 


INTRODUCTION .  15 

unassisted  memory  of  reciters  being  neither  sufficient  nor 
trustworthy.  But  here  we  only  escape  ii  smaller  difficulty 
by  running  into  a  greater  ;  for  the  existence  of  trained 
bards,  gifted  with  extraordinary  memory,  is  far  less  as- 
tonishing than  that  of  long  manuscripts,  in  an  age  essen- 
tially non-reading  and  non- writing,  and  when  even  suitable 
instruments  and  materials  for  the  process  are  not  obvious. 
Moreover,  there  is  a  strong  positive  reason  for  believing 
that  the  bard  was  under  no  necessity  of  refreshing  his 
memory  by  consulting  a  manuscript  ;  for  if  such  had  been 
the  fact,  blindness  would  have  been  a  disqualification  for 
the  profession,  which  we  know  that  it  Avas  not,  as  well 
from  the  example  of  Demodokus,  in  the  Odyssey,  as  from 
that  of  the  blind  bard  of  Chios,  in  the  Hyinn  to  the  Deliau 
Apollo,  whom  Thucydides,  as  well  as  the  general  tenor  of 
Grecian  legend,  identifies  with  Homer  himself.  The  author 
of  that  hymn,  be  he  who  he  may,  could  never  have  de- 
seribed  a  blind  man  as  attaining  the  utmost  perfection  in 
his  art,  if  he  had  been  conscious  that  the  memory  of  the 
bard  was  only  maintained  by  constant  reference  to  the 
manuscript  in  his  chest." 

The  loss  of  the  digamma,  that  crux  of  critics,  that  quick- 
sand upon  which  even  the  acumen  of  Bentley  was  ship- 
wrecked, seems  to  prove  beyond  a  doubt,  that  the  pronun- 
ciation of  the  Greek  language  had  undergone  a  considerable 
change.  Now  it  is  certainly  difficult  to  suppose  that  the 
Homeric  poems  could  have  suffered  by  this  change,  had 
written  copies  been  preserved.  If  Chaucer's  poetry,  for  in- 
stance, had  not  been  written,  it  could  only  have  come  down 
to  us  in  a  softened  form,  more  like  the  effeminate  version 
of  Dryden,  than  the  rough,  quaint,  noble  original. 

"  At  what  period,"  continues  Grote,  "  these  poems,  or  in- 
deed any  other  Greek  poems,  first  began  to  be  written, 
must  be  matter  of  conjecture,  though  there  is  ground  for 
assurance  that  it  was  before  the  time  of  Solon.  If,  in  the 
absence  of  evidence,  we  may  venture  upon  naming  any 
more  determinate  period,  the  question  at  once  suggests  it- 
self, What  were  the  purposes  which,  in  that  state  of  society, 
a  manuscript  at  its  first  commencement  must  have  been 
intended  to  answer  ?  For  whom  was  a  written  Iliad  neces- 
sary ?  Not  for  the  rhapsodes  ;  for  with  them  it  was  not 
only  planted  in  the  memory,  but  also  interwoven  with  the 
feelings,  and  conceived  in  conjunction  with  all  those  flexions 
and  intonations  of  voice,  pauses,  and  other  oral  artifices 
which  were  required  for  emphatic  delivery,  and  which  the 
naked  manuscript  could  never  reproduce.  Not  for  the 
general  public — they  were  accustomed  to  receive  it  with  its 


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rhapsodic  delivery,  and  with  its  accompaniments  of  a  solemn 
and  crowded  festival.  The  only  persons  for  whom  the 
written  Iliad  would  be  suitable  would  be  a  select  few  ;  stu- 
dious and  curious  men  ;  a  class  of  readers  capable  of  an- 
alyzing the  complicated  emotions  which  they  had  expe- 
rienced as  hearers  in  the  crowd,  and  who  would,  on  perusing 
the  written  words,  realize  in  their  imaginations  a  sensible 
portion  of  the  impression  communicated  by  the  reciter.  In- 
credible as  the  statement  may  seem  in  an  age  like  the  pres- 
ent, there  is  in  all  early  societies,  and  there  was  in  early 
Greece,  a  time  when  no  such  reading  class  existed.  If  we 
could  discover  at  what  time  such  a  class  first  began  to  be 
fonned,  we  should  be  able  to  make  a  guess  at  the  time 
when  the  old  epic  poems  were  first  committed  to  writing. 
Now  the  period  which  may  with  the  greatest  probability  be 
fixed  upon  as  having  first  witnessed  the  formation  even  of 
the  narrowest  reading  class  in  Greece,  is  the  middle  of  the 
seventh  century  before  the  Christian  aera  (B.C.  660  to  B.C. 
630),  the  age  of  Terpander,  Kallinus,  Archilochus,  Simoni- 
des  of  Amorgus,  &c.  I  ground  this  supposition  on  the 
change  then  operated  in  the  character  and  tendencies  of 
Grecian  poetry  and  music — the  elegiac  and  the  iambic 
measures  having  been  introduced  as  rivals  to  the  primitive 
hexameter,  and  poetical  compositions  having  been  trans- 
ferred from  the  epical  past  to  the  affairs  of  present  and  real 
life.  Such  a  change  was  important  at  a  time  when  poetry 
was  the  only  known  mode  of  publication  (to  use  a  modern 
phrase  not  altogether  suitable,  yet  the  nearest  approaching 
to  the  sense).  It  argued  a  new  way  of  looking  at  the  old 
epical  treasures  of  the  people,  as  well  as  a  thirst  for  new 
poetical  effect  ;  and  the  men  who  stood  forward  in  it  may 
well  be  considered  as  desirous  to  study,  and  competent  to 
criticize,  from  their  own  individual  point  of  view,  the  writ- 
ten words  of  the  Homeric  rhapsodies,  just  as  we  are  told 
that  Kallinus  both  noticed  and  eulogized  the  Thebai's  as 
the  production  of  Homer.  There  seems,  therefore,  ground 
for  conjecturing  that  (for  the  use  of  this  newly-formed  and 
important,  but  very  narrow  class),  manuscripts  of  the  Ho- 
meric poems  and  other  old  epics, — the  Thebai's  and  the 
Cypria,  as  well  as  the  Iliad  and  the  Odyssey, — began  to  be 
compiled  towards  the  middle  of  the  seventh  century  B.C.  i ; 
and  the  opening  of  Egypt  to  Grecian  commerce,  which  took 
place  about  the  same  period,  would  furnish  increased  facili- 
ties for  obtaining  the  requisite  papyrus  to  write  upon.  A 
reading  class,  when  once  formed,  would  doubtless  slowly 
increase,  and  the  number  of  manuscripts  along  with  it ;  so 
that  before  the  time  of  Solon,  fifty  years  afterwards,  both 


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readers  and  manuscripts,  though  still  comparatively  few, 
might  have  attained  a  certain  recognized  authority,  and 
formed  a  tribunal  of  reference  against  the  carelessness  of 
individual  rhapsodies." 

But  even  Peisisttatus  has  not  been  suffered  to  remain  in 
possession  of  the  credit,  and  we  cannot  help  feeling  the 
force  of  the  following  observations  : — 

"  There  are  several  incidental  circumstances  which,  in 
our  opinion,  throw  some  suspicion  over  the  whole  history  of 
the  Peisistratid  compilation,  at  least  over  the  theory  that 
the  Iliad  was  cast  into  its  present  stately  and  harmonious 
form  by  the  directions  of  the  Athenian  ruler.  If  the  great 
poets,  who  flourished  at  the  bright  period  of  Grecian  song, 
of  which,  alas  !  we  have  inherited  little  more  than  the 
fame,  and  the  faint  echo  ;  if  Stesichorus,  Anacreon,  and 
Simonides  were  employed  in  the  noble  task  of  compiling  the 
Iliad  and  Odyssey,  so  much  must  have  been  done  to  arrange, 
to  connect,  to  harmonize,  that  it  is  almost  incredible  that 
stronger  marks  of  Athenian  manufacture  should  not  re- 
main. Whatever  occasional  anomalies  may  be  detected, 
anomalies  which  no  doubt  arise  out  of  our  own  ignorance 
of  the  language  of  the  Homeric  age  ;  however  the  irregular 
use  of  the  digamma  may  have  perplexed  our  Bentleys,  to 
whom  the  name  of  Helen  is  said  to  have  caused  as  much 
disquiet  and  distress  as  the  fair  one  herself  among  the  he- 
roes of  her  age  ;  however  Mr.  Knight  may  have  failed  in 
reducing  the  Homeric  language  to  its  primitive  form  ;  how- 
ever, finally,  the  Attic  dialect  may  not  have  assumed  all  its 
more  marked  and  distinguishing  characteristics  : — still  it  is 
difficult  to  suppose  that  the  language,  particularly  in  the 
joinings  and  transitions,  and  connecting  parts,  should  not 
more  clearly  betray  the  incongruity  between  tlie  more  an- 
cient and  modern  forms  of  expression.  It  is  not  quite  in 
character  with  snch  a  period  to  imitate  an  antique  style,  in 
order  to  piece  out  an  imperfect  poem  in  the  character  of  the 
original,  as  Sir  Walter  Scott  has  done  in  his  continuation  of 
Sir  Tristram. 

"  If,  however,  not  even  such  faint  and  indi.stinct  traces  of 
Athenian  compilation  are  discoverable  in  the  language  of 
the  poems,  the  total  absence  of  Athenian  national  feeling  is 
perhaps  no  less  worthy  of  observation.  In  later,  and  it 
may  fairly  be  suspected  in  earlier  times,  the  Athenians  were 
more  than  ordinarily  jealous  of  the  fame  of  their  ancestors. 
But,  amid  all  the  traditions  of  the  glories  of  early  Greece 
embodied  in  the  Iliad,  the  Athenians  play  a  most  subordi- 
nate and  insignificant  part.  Even  the  few  passages  which 
relate  to  their  ancestors,  Mr.  Knight  suspects  to  be  inter- 


18  THE  ODTSSBY  OP  HOMEB. 

polations.  It  is  possible,  indeed,  tliat  in  its  leading  outline, 
the  Iliad  may  be  true  to  historic  fact  ;  that  in  the  great 
maritime  expedition  of  western  Greece  against  the  rival 
and  half-kindred  empire  of  the  Laomedontiadae,  the  chief- 
tain of  Thessaly,  from  his  valour  and  the  number  of  his 
forces,  may  have  been  the  most  important  ally  of  the  Pe- 
loponnesian  sovereign  :  the  preeminent  value  of  the  an- 
cient poetry  on  the  Trojan  war  may  thus  have  forced  the 
national  feeling  of  the  Athenians  to  yield  to  their  taste. 
The  songs  which  spoke  of  their  own  great  ancestor  were, 
no  doubt,  of  far  inferior  sublimity  and  popularity,  or,  at 
first  sight,  a  Theseid  would  have  been  much  more  likely  to 
liave  emanated  from  an  Athenian  synod  of  compilers  of  an- 
cient song,  than  an  Achilleid  or  an  Odysseid.  Could  France 
have  given  birth  to  a  Tasso,  Tancred  would  have  been  the 
hero  of  the  Jerusalem.  If,  however,  the  Homeric  ballads, 
as  they  are  sometimes  called,  which  related  the  wrath  of 
Achilles,  with  all  its  direful  consequences,  were  so  far  su- 
perior to  the  rest  of  the  poetic  cycle,  as  to  admit  no  rivalry, — 
it  is  still  surprising,  that  throughout  the  whole  poem  the 
cnllida  junctura  should  never  betray  the  workmanship  of 
an  Athenian  hand  ;  and  that  the  national  spirit  of  a  race, 
who  have  at  a  later  period  not  inaptly  been  compared  to  our 
self-admiring  neighbours,  the  French,  should  submit  with 
lofty  self-denial  to  the  almost  total  exclusion  of  their  own 
ancestors — or,  at  least,  to  the  questionable  dignity  of  only 
having  produced  a  leader  tolerably  skilled  in  the  military 
tactics  of  his  age." 

To  return  to  the  Wolfian  theory.  While  it  is  to  be  con- 
fessed, that  Wolf's  objections  to  the  primitive  integrity  of 
the  Iliad  and  Odyssey  have  never  been  wholly  got  over,  we 
cannot  help  discovering  that  they  have  failed  to  enlighten 
us  as  to  any  substantial  point,  and  that  the  difficulties  with 
which  the  whole  subject  is  beset,  are  rather  augmented 
than  otherwise,  if  we  admit  his  hypothesis.  Nor  is  Lach- 
mann's  modification  of  his  theory  any  better.  He  divides 
the  first  twenty-two  books  of  the  Iliad  into  sixteen  different 
songs,  and  treats  as  ridiculous  the  belief  that  their  amalga- 
mation into  one  regular  poem  belongs  to  a  period  earlier 
than  the  age  of  Peisistratus.  This,  as  Grote  oisserves,  "ex- 
plains the  gaps  and  contradictions  in  the  narrative,  but  it 
explains  nothing  else."  Moreover,  we  find  no  contradic- 
tions warranting  this  belief,  and  the  so-called  sixteen  poets 
concur  in  getting  rid  of  the  following  leading  men  in  the 
first  battle  after  the  secession  of  Achilles  :  Elphenor,  chief 
of  the  Eubceans  ;  Tlepolemus,  of  the  Rhodians  ;  Pandarus, 
of  the   Lycians  ;  Odius,  of    the   Halizonians  ;    Pirous  and 


INTRODUCTION,  19 

Acamas,  of  tlie  Tliracians.  None  of  these  heroes  again 
make  their  appearance,  and  we  can  but  agree  with  Colonel 
Mure,  that  "it  seems  strange  that  any  number  of  inde- 
pendent poets  should  have  so  harmoniously  dispensed  with 
the  services  of  all  six  in  the  sequel."  The  discrepancy,  by 
which  Pylsemenes,  who  is  represented  as  dead  in  the  fifth 
book,  weeps  at  his  son's  funeral  in  the  thirteenth,  can  only 
be  regarded  as  the  result  of  an  interpolation. 

Grote,  although  not  very  distinct  in  stating  his  own 
opinions  on  the  subject,  has  done  much  to  clearly  show  the 
incongruity  of  the  Wolfian  theory,  and  of  Lachmann's 
modifications,  with  the  character  of  Peisistratus.  But  he 
has  also  shown,  and  we  think  with  equal  success,  that  the 
two  questions  relative  to  the  primitive  unity  of  these  poems, 
or,  supposing  that  impossible,  the  unison  of  these  parts  by 
Peisistratus,  and  not  before  his  time,  are  essentially  dis- 
tinct. In  short,  "  a  man  may  believe  the  Iliad  to  have  been 
put  together  out  of  pre-existing  songs,  without  recognising 
the  age  of  Peisistratus  as  the  period  of  its  first  compila- 
tion." The  friends  or  literary  employes  of  Peisistratus 
must  have  found  an  Iliad  that  was  already  ancient,  and  the 
silence  of  the  Alexandrine  critics  respecting  the  Peisistratic 
"recension,"  goes  far  to  prove,  that,  among  the  numerous 
manuscripts  they  examined,  this  was  either  wanting,  or 
thought  unworthy  of  attention. 

"  Moreover,"  he  continues,  "the  whole  tenor  of  the  po- 
ems themselves  confirms  what  is  here  remarked.  There  is 
nothing,  either  in  the  Iliad  or  Odyssey,  which  savours  of 
modernism,  applying  that  term  to  the  age  of  Peisistratus — 
nothing  which  brings  to  our  view  the  alterations  brought 
about  by  two  centuries,  in  the  Greek  language,  the  coined 
money,  the  habits  of  writing  and  reading,  the  despotisms 
and  republican  governments,  the  close  military  array,  the 
improved  construction  of  ships,  the  Amphiktyonic  convoca- 
tions, the  mutual  frequentation  of  religious  festivals,  the 
Oriental  and  Egyptian  veins  of  religion,  &c.,  familiar  to 
the  latter  epoch.  These  alterations  Onomakritus,  and  the 
other  literary  friends  of  Peisistratus,  could  hardly  have 
failed  to  notice,  even  without  design,  had  they  then,  for  the 
first  time,  undertaken  the  task  of  piecing  together  many 
self-existent  epics  into  one  large  aggregate.  Everything  in 
the  two  great  Homeric  poems,  both  in  substance  and  in 
lunguage,  belongs  to  an  age  two  or  three  centuries  earlier 
than  Peisistratus.  Indeed,  even  the  interpolations  (or 
those  passages  which,  on  the  best  grounds,  are  pronounced 
to  be  such)  betray  no  trace  of  the  sixth  century  before 
Christ,  and  may  well  have  been  heard  by  Archilo«hus  and 


20  THE  ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Kallinus — ^in  some  cases  even  by  Arktinus  and  Hesiod — as 
genuine  Homeric  matter.  As  far  as  the  evidences  on  the 
case,  as  well  internal  as  external,  enable  us  to  judge,  we 
seem  warranted  in  believing  that  the  Iliad  and  Odyssey 
were  recited  substantially  as  they  now  stand  (always  allow- 
ing for  partial  divergences  of  text  and  interpolations)  in 
776  B.C.,  our  first  trustworthy  mark  of  Grecian  time  ;  and 
this  ancient  date,  let  it  be  added,  as  it  is  the  best  authenti- 
cated fact,  so  it  is  also  the  most  important  attribute  of  the 
Homeric  poems,  considered  in  reference  to  Grecian  his- 
tory ;  for  they  thus  afford  us  an  insight  into  the  anti- 
historical  character  of  the  Greeks,  enabling  us  to  trace  the 
subsequent  forward  march  of  the  nation,  and  to  seize  in- 
structive contrasts  between  their  former  and  their  later  con- 
dition." 

On  the  whole,  I  am  inclined  to  believe,  that  the  labours 
of  Peisistratus  were  wholly  of  an  editorial  character,  although 
I  must  confess  that  I  can  lay  down  nothing  respecting  the 
extent  of  his  labours.  At  the  same  time,  so  far  from  be- 
lieving that  the  composition  or  primary  arrangement  of 
these  poems,  in  their  present  form,  was  the  work  of  Peisis- 
tratus, I  am  rather  persuaded  that  the  fine  taste  and  elegant 
mind  of  that  Athenian  would  lead  him  to  preserve  an  ancient 
and  traditional  order  of  the  poems,  rather  than  to  patch  and 
reconstruct  them  according  to  a  fanciful  hypothesis.  I  will 
not  repeat  the  many  discussions  respecting  whether  the 
poems  were  written  or  not,  or  whether  the  art  of  writing 
was  known  in  the  time  of  their  reputed  author.  Suifice  it 
to  say,  that  the  more  we  read,  the  less  satisfied  we  are  upon 
either  subject. 

I  cannot,  however,  help  thinking,  that  the  story  which 
attributes  the  preservation  of  these  poems  to  Lycurgus,  is 
little  else  than  a  version  of  the  same  story  as  that  of  Peisis- 
tratus, while  its  historical  probability  must  be  measured  by 
that  of  many  others  relating  to  the  Spartan  Confucius. 

I  will  conclude  this  sketch  of  the  Homeric  theories  with 
an  attempt,  made  by  an  ingenious  friend,  to  unite  them  into 
something  like  consistency.     It  is  as  follows  : — 

"  No  doubt  the  common  soldiers  of  that  age  had,  like  the 
common  sailors  of  some  fifty  years  ago,  some  one  qualified 
to  '  discourse  in  excellent  music '  among  them.  Many  of 
these,  like  those  of  the  negroes  in  the  United  States,  were 
extemporaneous,  and  allusive  to  events  passing  around 
them.  But  what  was  passing  around  them  ?  The  grand 
events  of  a  spirit-s'irring  war  ;  occurrences  likely  to  impress 
themselves,  as  the  mystical  legends  of  former  times  had 
done,  upon  their  memory  ;  besides  which,  a  retentive  mem- 


INTRODUCTION.  21 

ory  was  deemed  a  virtue  of  the  first  water,  and  was  cul- 
tivated accordingly  in  those  ancient  times.  Ballads  at  first, 
and  down  to  the  beginning  of  the  war  with  Troy,  were 
merely  recitations,  with  an  intonation.  Then  followed  a 
species  of  recitative,  probably  with  an  intoned  burden. 
Tune  next  followed,  as  it  aided  the  memory  considerably. 

"  It  was  at  this  period,  about  four  hundred  years  after 
the  war,  that  a  poet  flourished  of  the  name  of  Melesigenes, 
or  Mceonides,  but  most  probably  the  former.  He  saw  that 
these  ballads  might  be  made  of  great  utility  to  his  purpose 
of  writing  a  poem  on  the  social  position  of  Hellas,  and,  as 
a  collection,  he  published  these  lays,  connecting  them  by  a 
tale  of  his  own.  This  poem  now  exists,  under  the  title  of 
the  '  Odyssea. '  The  author,  however,  did  not  affix  his  own 
name  to  the  poem,  which,  in  fact,  was,  great  part  of  it,  re- 
modelled from  the  archaic  dialect  of  Crete,  in  which  tongue 
the  ballads  were  found  by  him.  He  therefore  called  it  the 
poem  of  Homeros,  or  the  Collector ;  but  this  is  rather  a 
proof  of  his  modesty  and  talent,  than  of  his  mere  drudging 
arrangement  of  other  people's  ideas  ;  for,  as  Grote  has 
finely  observed,  arguing  for  the  unity  of  authorship,  '  a 
great  poet  might  have  re-cast  pre-existing  separate  songs 
into  one  comprehensive  whole ;  but  no  mere  arrangers  or 
compilers  would  be  competent  to  do  so.' 

"  While  employed  on  the  wild  legend  of  Odysseus,  he 
met  with  a  ballad,  recording  the  quarrel  of  Achilles  and 
Agamemnon.  His  noble  mind  seized  the  hint  that  there 
presented  itself,  and  the  Achilleis  grew  under  his  hand. 
Unity  of  design,  however,  caused  him  to  publish  the  poem 
under  the  same  pseudonyme  as  his  former  work  ;  and  the 
disjointed  lays  of  the  ancient  bards  were  joined  together, 
like  those  relating  to  the  Cid,  into  a  chronicle  history, 
named  the  Iliad.  Melesigenes  knew  that  the  poem  was 
destined  to  be  a  lasting  one,  and  so  it  has  proved  ;  but,  first, 
the  poems  were  destined  to  undergo  many  vicissitudes  and 
corruptions,  by  the  people  who  took  to  singing  them  in  the 
streets,  assemblies,  and  agoras.  However,  Solon  first,  and 
then  Peisistratus,  and  afterwards  Aristoteles  and  others, 
revised  the  poems,  and  restored  the  works  of  Melesigenes 
Homeros  to  their  original  integrity  in  a  great  measure. " 

Having  thus  given  some  general  notion  of  the  strange 
theories  which  have  developed  themselves  respecting  this 
most  interesting  subject,  I  must  still  express  my  conviction 
as  to  the  unity  of  the  authorship  of  the  Homeric  poems. 
To  deny  that  many  corruptions  and  interpolations  disfigure 
them,  and  that  the  intrusive  hand  of  the  poetasters  may 
here  and  there  have  Inflicted  a  wound  more  serious  than  the 


33  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER, 

negligence  of  the  copyist,  would  be  an  absurd  and  captious 
assumption  ;  but  it  is  to  a  higher  criticism  that  we  must  ap- 
peal, if  we  would  either  understand  or  enjoy  these  poems. 
In  maintaining  the  authenticity  and  personality  of  their  one 
author,  be  he  Homer  or  Melesigenes,  quocunque  nomine  vo- 
cari  einn  jus  fasque  sit,  I  feel  conscious  that,  while  the 
whole  weight  of  historical  evidence  is  against  the  hypothe- 
sis which  would  assign  these  great  works  to  a  plurality  of 
authors,  the  most  powerful  internal  evidence,  and  that  which 
springs  from  the  deepest  and  most  immediate  impulse  of 
the  soul,  also  speaks  eloquently  to  the  contrary. 

The  minutiae  of  verbal  criticism  I  am  far  from  seeking  to 
despise.  Indeed,  considering  the  character  of  some  of  my 
own  books,  such  an  attempt  would  be  gross  inconsistency. 
But,  while  I  appreciate  its  importance  in  a  philological  view, 
I  am  inclined  to  set  little  store  on  its  aesthetic  value,  es- 
pecially in  poetry.  Three  parts  of  the  emendations  made 
upon  poets  are  mere  alterations,  some  of  which,  had  they 
been  suggested  to  the  author  by  his  Maecenas  or  Africanus, 
he  would  probably  have  adopted.  Moreover,  those  who 
are  most  exact  in  laying  down  rules  of  verbal  criticism  and 
interpretation,  are  often  least  competent  to  carry  out  their 
own  precepts.  Grammarians  are  not  poets  by  profession, 
but  may  be  so  per  accidens.  I  do  not  at  this*  moment  re- 
member two  emendations  on  Homer,  calculated  to  sub- 
stantially improve  the  poetry  of  a  passage,  although  a  mass 
of  remarks,  from  Herodotus  down  to  Loewe,  have  given  us 
the  history  of  a  thousand  minute  points,  without  which  our 
Greek  knowledge  would  be  gloomy  and  jejune. 

But  it  is  not  on  words  only  that  grammarians,  mere  gram- 
marians, will  exercise  their  elaborate  and  often  tiresome  in- 
genuity. Binding  down  an  heroic  or  dramatic  poet  to  the 
block  upon  which  they  have  previously  dissected  his  words 
and  sentences,  they  proceed  to  use  the  axe  and  the  pruning 
knife  by  wholesale  ;  and,  inconsistent  in  everything  but 
their  wish  to  make  out  a  case  of  unlawful  affiliation,  they 
cut  out  book  after  book,  passage  after  passage,  till  the  au- 
thor is  reduced  to  a  collection  of  fragments,  or  till  those 
who  fancied  they  possessed  the  works  of  some  great  man, 
find  that  they  have  been  put  off  with  a  vile  counterfeit  got 
up  at  second  hand.  If  we  compare  the  theories  of  Knight, 
Wolf,  Lachmann,  and  others,  we  shall  feel  better  satisfied 
of  the  utter  uncertainty  of  criticism  than  of  the  apocryphal 
IMsition  of  Homer.  One  rejects  what  another  considers  the 
turning-point  of  his  theory.  One  cuts  a  supposed  knot  by 
expunging  what  auotiier  would  explain  by  oaiiittin^  some- 
thifto:  ©iee, 


INTBODTTCTION.  28 

Nor  is  this  morbid  species  of  sagacity  hy  any  means  to 
be  looked  upon  as  a  literary  novelty.  Justus  Lipsius,  a 
scholar  of  no  ordinary  skill,  seems  to  revel  in  the  imaginary 
discovery,  that  the  tragedies  attributed  to  Seneca  are  hw  four 
different  authors.  Now,  I  will  venture  to  assert,  that  these 
tragedies  are  so  uniform,  not  only  in  their  borrowed  phrase- 
ology— a  phraseology  with  which  writers  like  Boethius  and 
Saxo  Grammaticus  were  more  charmed  than  ourselves — in 
their  freedom  from  real  poetry,  and  last,  but  not  least,  in 
an  ultra-refined  and  consistent  abandonment  of  good  taste, 
that  few  writers  of  the  present  day  would  question  the 
capabilities  of  the  same  gentleman,  be  he  Seneca  or  not,  to 
produce  not  only  these,  but  a  great  many  more  equally  bad. 
With  equal  sagacity,  Father  Hardouin  astonished  the  world 
with  the  startling  announcement  that  the  ^Eneid  of  Virgil, 
and  the  satires  of  Horace,  were  literary  deceptions.  Now, 
without  wishing  to  say  one  word  of  disrespect  against  the 
industry  and  learning — nay,  the  refined  acuteness — whicli 
scholars  like  Wolf  have  bestowed  upon  this  subject,  1 
must  express  my  fears,  that  many  of  our  modern  Homeric 
theories  will  become  matter  for  the  surprise  and  entertain- 
ment, rather  than  the  instruction,  of  posterity.  Nor  can  I 
help  thinking  that  the  literary  history  of  more  recent  times 
will  account  for  many  points  of  difiSculty  in  the  transmis- 
sion of  the  Iliad  and  Odyssey  to  a  period  so  remote  from 
that  of  their  first  creation. 

I  have  already  expressed  my  belief  that  the  labours  of 
Peisistratus  were  of  a  purely  editorial  character  ;  and  there 
seems  no  more  reason  why  corrupt  and  imperfect  editions 
of  Homer  may  not  have  been  abroad  in  his  day,  than  that 
the  poems  of  Valerius  Flaccus  and  TibuUus  should  have 
given  so  much  trouble  to  Poggio,  Scaliger,  and  others. 
But,  after  all,  the  main  fault  in  all  the  Homeric  theories  is, 
that  they  demand  too  great  a  sacrifice  of  those  feelings 
to  Avhich  poetry  most  powerfully  appeals,  and  which  are  its 
most  fitting  judges.  The  ingenuity  which  has  sought  to 
rob  us  of  the  name  and  existence  of  Homer,  does  too  much 
violence  to  that  inward  emotion,  which  makes  our  whole 
soul  yearn  with  love  and  admiration  for  the  blind  bard  of 
Chios.  To  believe  the  author  of  the  Iliad  a  mere  compiler, 
is  to  degrade  the  powers  of  human  invention  ;  to  elevate 
analytical  judgment  at  the  expense  of  the  most  ennobling 
impulses  of  the  soul ;  and  to  forget  the  ocean  in  the  con- 
templation of  a  polypus.  There  is  a  catholicity,  so  to 
speak,  in  the  very  name  of  Homer.  Our  faith  in  the  author 
of  the  Iliad  may  be  a  mistaken  one,  but  as  yet  nobody  hag 
taught  us  a  better. 


24  THE  ODYSSEY  OF  SOMER. 

While,  however,  I  look  upon  the  belief  in  Homer  as  one 
that  has  nature  herself  for  its  mainspring  ;  while  I  can 
join  with  old  Ennius  in  believing  in  Homer  as  the  ghost, 
who,  like  some  patron  saint,  hovers  round  the  bed  of  the 
poet,  and  even  bestows  rare  gifts  from  that  wealth  of  imagi- 
nation which  a  host  of  imitators  could  not  exhaust, — still  I 
am  far  from  wishing  to  deny  that  the  author  of  these  great 
poems  found  a  rich  fund  of  tradition,  a  well-stocked  mythi- 
cal storehouse,  from  whence  he  might  derive  both  subject 
and  embellishment.  But  it  is  one  thing  to  use  existing  ro- 
mances in  the  embellishment  of  a  poem,  another  to  patch 
up  the  poem  itself  from  such  materials.  What  consistency 
of  style  and  execution  can  be  hoped  for  from  such  an  at- 
tempt ?  or,  rather,  what  bad  taste  and  tedium  will  not  be 
the  infallible  result  ? 

A  blending  of  popular  legends,  and  a  free  use  of  the  songs 
of  other  bards,  are  features  perfectly  consistent  with  poetical 
originality.  In  fact,  the  most  original  writer  is  still  drawing 
upon  outward  impressions — nay,  even  his  own  thoughts  are 
a  kind  of  secondary  agents  which  support  and  feed  the  im- 
pulses of  imagination.  But  unless  there  be  some  grand 
pervading  principle — some  invisible,  yet  most  distinctly 
stamped  archetypus  of  the  great  whole,  a  poem  like  the 
Iliad  can  never  come  to  the  birth.  Traditions  the  most  pic- 
turesque, episodes  the  most  pathetic,local  associations  teem- 
ing with  the  thoughts  of  gods  and  great  men,  may  crowd 
in  one  mighty  vision,  or  reveal  themselves  in  more  sub- 
stantial forms  to  the  mind  of  the  poet  ;  but,  except  the 
power  to  create  a  grand  whole,  to  which  these  shall  be  but 
as  details  and  embellishments,  be  present,  we  shall  have 
nought  but  a  scrap-book,  a  parterre  filled  with  flowers  and 
weeds  strangling  each  other  in  their  wild  redundancy  ;  we 
shall  have  a  cento  of  rags  and  tatters,  which  will  require 
little  acuteness  to  detect. 

Sensible  as  I  am  of  the  difficulty  of  disproving  a  negative, 
and  aware  as  I  must  be  of  the  weighty  grounds  there  are 
for  opposing  my  belief,  it  still  seems  to  me  that  the  Homeric 
question  is  one  that  is  reserved  for  a  higher  criticism  than 
it  has  often  obtained.  We  are  not  by  nature  intended  to 
know  all  things  ;  still  less,  to  compass  the  powers  by  which 
the  greatest  blessings  of  life  have  been  placed  at  our  dis- 
posal. Were  faith  no  virtue,  then  we  might  indeed  wonder 
why  God  willed  our  ignorance  on  any  matter.  But  we 
are  too  well  taught  the  contrary  lesson  ;  and  it  seems  as 
though  our  faith  should  be  especially  tried,  touching  the 
men  and  the  events  which  have  wrought  most  influence 
upon  the  condition  of  humanity.     And  there  is  a  kind  of 


INTRODtJCTION.  25 

sacredness  attached  to  the  memory  of  the  great  and  the 
good,  which  seems  to  bid  us  repulse  the  scepticism  which 
would  allegorize  their  existence  into  a  pleasing  apologue, 
and  measure  the  giants  of  intellect  by  an  homoeopathic 
dynameter. 

Long  and  habitual  reading  of  Homer  appears  to  familiar- 
ize our  thoughts  even  to  his  incongruities  ;  or  rather,  if  we 
read  in  a  right  spirit  and  with  a  heartfelt  appreciation,  we 
are  too  much  dazzled,  too  deeply  wrapped  in  admiration  of 
the  whole,  to  dwell  upon  the  minute  spots  which  mere 
analysis  can  discover.  In  reading  an  heroic  poem,  we  must 
transform  ourselves  into  heroes  of  the  time  being,  we  in 
imagination  must  fight  over  the  same  battles,  woo  the  same 
loves,  burn  with  the  same  sense  of  injury,  as  an  Achilles  or 
a  Hector.  And  if  we  can  but  attain  this  degree  of  enthu- 
siasm (and  less  enthusiasm  will  scarcely  suffice  for  the  read- 
ing of  Homer),  we  shall  feel  that  the  poems  of  Homer  are 
not  only  the  work  of  one  writer,  but  of  the  greatest  writer 
that  ever  touched  the  hearts  of  men  by  the  power  of  song. 

And  it  was  this  supposed  unity  of  authorship  which  gave 
these  poems  their  powerful  influence  over  the  minds  of  the 
men  of  old.  Heeren,  who  is  evidently  little  disposed  in 
favour  of  modern  theories,  finely  observes  : — 

"  It  was  Homer  who  formed  the  character  of  the  Greek 
nation.  No  poet  has  ever,  as  a  poet,  exercised  a  similar  in- 
fluence over  his  countrymen.  Prophets,  lawgivers,  and 
sages  have  formed  the  character  of  other  nations  ;  it  was 
reserved  to  a  poet  to  form  that  of  the  Greeks.  This  is  a 
feature  in  their  character  which  was  not  wholly  erased  even 
in  the  period  of  their  degeneracy.  When  lawgivers  and 
sages  appeared  in  Greece,  the  work  of  the  poet  had  already 
been  accomplished  ;  and  they  paid  homage  to  his  superior 
genius.  He  held  up  before  his  nation  the  mirror  in  which 
they  were  to  behold  the  world  of  gods  and  heroes,  no  less 
than  of  feeble  mortals,  and  to  behold  them  reflected  with 
purity  and  truth.  His  poems  are  founded  on  the  first  feel- 
ing of  human  nature  ;  on  the  love  of  children,  wife,  and 
country  ;  on  that  passion  which  outweighs  all  others,  the 
love  of  glory.  His  songs  were  poured  forth  from  a  breast 
which  sympathized  with  all  the  feelings  of  man  ;  and  there- 
fore they  enter,  and  will  continue  to  enter,  every  breast 
which  cherishes  the  same  sympathies.  If  it  is  granted  to 
his  immortal  spirit,  from  another  heaven  than  any  of  which 
he  dreamed  on  earth,  to  look  down  on  his  race,  to  see  the 
nations  from  the  fields  of  Asia  to  the  forests  of  Hercynia, 
performing  pilgrimages  to  the  fountain  which  his  magic 
wand  caused  to  flow  ;  if  it  is  permitted  to  lum  to  view  tho 


46  THE   ODTS5BT   OF   HOMER. 

vast  assemblage  of  grand,  of  elevated,  of  glorious  pro- 
ductions, which  had  been  called  into  being  br  means  of  his 
songs  ;  wherever  his  immortal  spirit  may  reside,  this  alone 
would  suffice  to  complete  his  happiness." 

Can  we  contemplate  that  ancient  monument,  on  which  the 
"  Apotheosis  of  Homer"  is  depictured,  and  not  feel  how 
much  of  pleasing  association,  how  much  that  appeals  jnost 
forcibly  and  most  distinctly  to  our  minds,  is  lost  by  the 
admittance  of  any  theory  but  our  old  tradition  ?  The  more 
we  read,  and  the  more  we  think — think  as  becomes  the 
readers  of  Homer, — the  more  rooted  becomes  the  conviction 
that  the  Father  of  Poetry  gave  us  this  rich  inheritance, 
whole  and  entire.  Whatever  were  the  means  of  its  pre- 
servation, let  us  rather  be  thankful  for  the  treasury  of  taste 
and  eloquence  thus  laid  open  to  our  use,  than  seek  to  make 
it  a  mere  centre  around  which  to  drive  a  series  of  theories, 
whose  wildness  is  only  equalled  by  their  inconsistency  with 
each  other. 

As  the  hymns,  and  some  other  poems  usually  ascribed  to 
Homer,  are  not  included  in  Pope's  translation,  I  will  content 
myself  with  a  brief  account  of  the  Battle  of  the  Frogs  and 
Mice,  from  the  pen  of  a  writer  who  has  done  it  full 
justice  : — 

"This  poem,"  says  Coleridge,  "  is  a  short  mock-heroic 
of  ancient  date.  The  text  varies  in  different  editions,  and 
is  obviously  disturbed  and  corrupt  to  a  great  degree  ;  it  is 
commonly  said  to  have  been  a  juvenile  essay  of  Homer's 
genius  ;  others  have  attributed  it  to  the  same  Pigrees 
mentioned  above,  and  whose  reputation  for  humour  seems 
to  have  invited  the  appropriation  of  any  piece  of  ancient 
wit,  the  author  of  which  was  uncertain  ;  so  little  did  the 
Greeks,  before  the  age  of  the  Ptolemies,  know  or  care  about 
that  department  of  criticism  employed  in  determining  the 
genuineness  of  ancient  writings.  As  to  this  little  poem 
being  a  youthful  prolusion  of  Homer,  it  seems  sufficient  to 
say  that  from  the  beginning  to  the  end,  it  is  a  plain  and 
palpable  parody,  not  only  of  the  general  spirit,  but  of 
numerous  passages  of  the  Iliad  itself  ;  and,  even  if  no  such 
intention  to  parody  were  discernible  in  it,  the  objection  would 
still  remain,  that  to  suppose  a  work  of  mere  burlesque  to 
be  the  primary  effort  of  poetry  in  a  simple  ago,  seems  to 
reverse  that  order  in  the  development  of  national  taste, 
which  the  history  of  every  other  people  in  Europe,  and  of 
many  in  Asia,  has  almost  ascertained  to  be  a  law  of  the 
human  mind  ;  it  is  in  a  state  of  society  much  more  refined 
and  permanent  than  that  described  in  the  Hiad,  that  any 
popularity   would   attend  such  a  ridicule  of  war  and  the 


INTRODUCTION.  »7 

gods  as  is  contained  in  this  poem  ;  and  the  fact  of  there 
having  existed  three  otlier  poems  of  the  same  Icind  attrib- 
uted, for  aught  we  can  see,  witli  as  much  reason  to  Homer, 
is  a  strong  inducement  to  believe  that  none  of  them  were  of 
the  Homeric  age.  Knight  infers  from  the  usage  of  the 
wordSfAroS,  "  writing  tablet, "  instead  of  dicpBepa,  "skin," 
which,  according  to  Herod.  5,  58,  was  the  material  employ- 
ed by  the  Asiatic  Greeks  for  that  purpose,  that  this  poem 
was  another  offspring  of  Attic  ingenuity  ;  and  generally 
that  the  familiar  mention  of  the  cock  (v.  191)  is  a  strong 
argument  against  so  ancient  a  date  for  its  composition." 

Having  thus  given  a  brief  account  of  the  poems  com- 
prised in  Pope's  design,  I  will  now  proceed  to  make  a  few 
remarks  on  his  translation,  and  on  my  own  purpose  in  the 
present  edition. 

Pope  was  not  a  Grecian.  His  whole  education  had  been 
irregular,  and  his  earliest  acquaintance  with  the  poet  was 
through  the  version  of  Ogilby.  It  is  not  too  much  to  say 
that  his  whole  work  bears  the  impress  of  a  disposition  to  be 
satisfied  with  the  general  sense,  rather  than  to  dive  deeply 
into  the  minute  and  delicate  features  of  language.  Hence 
his  whole  work  is  to  be  looked  upon  rather  as  an  elegant 
paraphrase  than  a  translation.  There  are,  to  be  sure,  certain 
conventional  anecdotes,  which  prove  that  Pope  consulted  va- 
rious friends,  whose  classical  attainments  were  sounder  than 
his  own,  during  the  undertaking  ;  but  it  is  probable  that  these 
examinations  were  the  result  rather  of  the  contradictory 
versions  already  existing,  than  of  a  desire  to  make  a  perfect 
transcript  of  the  original.  And  in  those  days,  what  is 
called  literal  translation  was  less  cultivated  than  at  present. 
K  something  like  the  general  sense  could  be  decorated  with 
the  easy  gracefulness  of  a  practised  poet  ;  if  the  charms  of 
metrical  cadence  and  a  pleasing  fluency  could  be  made  con- 
sistent with  a  fair  interpretation  of  the  poet's  meaning,  his 
words  were  less  jealously  sought  for,  and  those  who  could 
read  so  good  a  poem  as  Pope's  Iliad  had  fair  reason  to  be 
satisfied. 

It  wouldbe  absurd,  therefore,  to  test  Pope's  translation  by 
our  own  advancing  knowledge  of  the  original  text.  We  must 
be  content  to  look  at  it  as  a  most  delightful  work  in  itself, 
— a  work  which  is  as  much  a  part  of  English  literature  as 
Homer  himself  is  of  Greek.  We  must  not  be  torn  from  our 
kindly  associations  with  the  old  Iliad,  that  once  was  our  most 
cherished  companion,  or  our  most  looked-for  prize,  merely 
because  Buttmann,  Loewe,  and  Liddell  have  made  us  so 
much  more  accurate  as  to  duq)iKvnEXXov  being  an  adjective, 
and  not  a  substantive.     Far  be  it  from  us  to  defend  th« 


28  THE   ODYSSEY  OP   HOMER. 

faults  of  Pope,  especially  when  we  think  of  Chapman's  fine, 
bold,  rough  old  English  ; — far  be  it  from  us  to  hold  up  his 
translation  as  what  a  translation  of  Homer  might  be.  But 
we  can  still  dismiss  Pope's  Iliad  to  the  hands  of  our  readers, 
with  the  consciousness  that  they  must  have-  read  a  very 
great  number  of  books  before  they  have  read  its  fellow. 

THEODORE  ALOIS  BUCKLEY. 

Christ  Church, 


aaSViSSJ^ 


i. 


THE  ODYSSEY  OF  HOMER. 


BOOK  I. 


ARGUMENT. 

UXNEBVA'S  descent  to  ITHACA. 

The  poem  opens  within  forty-eight  days  of  the  arrival  of  Ulysses  in  his 
dominions.  He  had  now  remained  seven  years  in  the  island  of  Calyp- 
so, when  the  gods  assembled  in  council,  proposed  the  method  of  his 
departure  from  thence,  and  his  return  to  his  native  country.     For  this 

Surpose  it  is  concluded  to  send  Mercury  to  Calypso,  and  Pallas  imme- 
iately  descends  to  Ithaca.  She  holds  a  conference  with  Telemachus, 
in  the  shape  of  Mentes,  king  of  Taphians  ;  in  which  she  advises  him 
to  take  a  journey  in  quest  of  his  father  Ulysses,  to  Pylos  and  Sparta, 
where  Nestor  and  Menelaus  yet  reigned  ;  then,afterhaving  visibly  dis- 
played her  divinity,  disappears.  The  suitors  of  Penelope  make  great 
entertainments,  and  riot  in  her  palace  till  night.  Phemius  sings  to 
them  the  return  of  the  Grecians,  till  Penelope  puts  a  stop  to  the  song. 
Some  words  arise  between  the  suitors  and  Telemachus,  who  summoiu 
the  council  to  meet  the  day  following. 

The  man  for  wisdom's  various  arts  renown'd, 
Long  exercised  in  woes,  O  Muse  1   resound  ; 
Who,  when  his  arms  had  wrought  the  destined  fall 
Of  sacred  Troy,  and  razed  her  heaven-built  wall, 
Wandering  from  clime  to  clime,  observant  stray'd. 
Their  manners  noted,  and  their  states  survey'd. 
On  stormy  seas  unnumber'd  toils  he  bore. 
Safe  with  his  friends  to  gain  his  natal  shore  : 
Vain  toils  !  their  impious  folly  dared  to  prey 
On  herds  devoted  to  the  god  of  day  ; 
The  god  vindictive  doom'd  them  never  more 
(Ah,  men  unbless'd  !)  to  touch  that  natal  shore. 
Oh,  snatch  some  portion  of  these  acts  from  fate, 
Celestial  Muse  !  and  to  our  world  relate. 

Now  at  their  native  realms  the  Greeks  arrived  ; 
All  who  the  wars  of  ten  long  years  survived  ; 
And  'scaped  the  perils  of  the  gulfy  main. 
Ulysses,  sole  of  all  the  victor  train. 
An  exile  froai  his  dear  paternal  coast, 
(29) 


80  THK   ODYSSEY   OP   HOMEK. 

Deplored  his  absent  queen  and  empire  lost. 

Calypso  in  her  caves  constrain'd  his  stay, 

With  sweet,  reluctant,  amorous  delay  : 

In  vain — for  now  the  circling  years  disclose 

The  day  predestined  to  reward  his  woes. 

At  length  his  Ithaca  is  given  by  fate. 

Where  yet  new  labours  his  arrival  wait ; 

At  length  their  rage  the  hostile  powers  restrain. 

All  but  the  ruthless  monarch  of  the  main. 

But  now  the  god,  remote,  a  heavenly  guest, 

In  .Ethiopia  graced  the  genial  feast 

(A  race  divided,  whom  with  sloping  rays 

The  rising  and  descending  sun  surveys)  ; 

There  on  the  world's  extremest  verge  revered 

With  hecatombs  and  prayer  in  pomp  preferr'd, 

Distant  he  lay  :  while  in  the  bright  abodes 

Of  high  Olympus,  Jove  convened  the  gods  : 

The  assemtjly  thus  the  sire  supreme  address'd, 

^gysthus'  fate  revolving  in  his  breast. 

Whom  young  Orestes  to  the  dreary  coast 

Of  Pluto  sent,  a  blood-polluted  ghost. 

"  Perverse  makind  !  w^iose  wills,  created  free. 
Charge  all  their  woes  on  absolute  degree  ; 
Ail  to  the  dooming  gods  their  guilt  translate, 
And  follies  are  miscall'd  the  crimes  of  fate. 
When  to  his  lust  ^gysthus  gave  the  rein. 
Did  fate,  or  we,  the  adulterous  act  constrain  ? 
Did  fate,  or  we,  when  great  Atrides  died, 
Urge  the  bold  traitor  to  the  regicide  '? 
Hermes  I  sent,  while  yet  his  soul  remain'd 
Sincere  from  royal  blood,  and  faith  profaned  ; 
To  warn  the  wretch,  that  young  Orestes,  grown 
To  manly  years,  should  re-assert  the  throne, 
Yet,  impotent  of  mind,  and  uncontroll'd, 
He  plunged  into  the  gulf  which  Heaven  foretold.' 

Here  paused  the  god  ;  and  pensive  thus  replies 
Minerva,  graceful  with  her  azure  eyes  : 
' '  0  thou  !  from  whom  the  whole  creation  springs. 
The  source  of  power  on  earth  derived  to  kings  ! 
His  death  was  equal  to  the  direful  deed  ; 
So  may  the  man  of  blood  be  doomed  to  bleed  ! 
But  grief  and  rage  alternate  wound  my  breast 
For  brave  Ulysses,  still  by  fate  oppress'd. 
Amidst  an  isle,  around  whose  rocky  shore 
The  forests  murmur,  and  the  surges  roar, 
The  blameless  hero  from  his  wish'd-for  home 
A  goddess  guards  in  her  enchanted  dome  : 


MINERVA'S   DESCENT   TO   ITHACA.  3^ 

(Atlas  her  sire,  to  whose  far-piercing  eye 
The  wonders  of  the  deep  expanded  lie  ; 
The  eternal  columns  which  on  earth  he  rears 
End  in  the  starry  vault,  and  prop  the  spheres). 
By  his  fair  daughter  is  the  chief  confined, 
Who  soothes  to  dear  delight  his  anxious  mind  : 
Successless  all  her  soft  caresses  prove, 
To  banish  from  his  breast  his  country's  love  ; 
To  see  the  smoke  from  his  loved  palace  rise, ' 
While  the  dear  isle  in  distant  prospect  lies, ' 
With  what  contentment  could  he  close  his  eyes  ! 
And  will  Omnipotence  neglect  to  save 
The  suffering  virtue  of  the  wise  and  brave  ? 
Must  he,  whose  altars  on  the  Phrygian  shore 
With  frequent  rites,  and  pure,  avow'd  thy  power, 
Be  doom'd  the  worst  of  human  ills  to  prove, 
Unbless'd,  abandon'd  to  the  wrath  of  Jove  ?'" 

"  Daughter  !  what  words  have  pass'd  thy  lips  unweigh'd  ! 

(Replied  the  Thunderer  to  the  martial  maid  :) 

Deem  not  unjustly  by  my  doom  oppress'd, 

Of  human  race  the  wisest  and  the  best. 

Neptune,  by  prayer  repentant  rarely  won. 

Afflicts  the  chief,  to  avenge  his  giant  son, 

Whose  visual  orb  Ulysses  robb'd  of  light ; 

Great  Polypheme,  of  more  than  mortal  might  ! 

Him  young  Thoosa  bore  (the  bright  increase 

Of  Phorcys,  dreaded  in  the  sounds  and  seas): 

Whom  Neptune  eyed  with  bloom  of  beauty  bless'd. 

And  in  his  cave  the  yielding  nymph  compress'd 

For  this  the  god  constrains  the  Greek  to  roam, 

A  hopeless  exile  from  his  native  home. 

From  death  alone  exempt — but  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Let  all  combine  to  achieve  his  wish'd  return  ; 

Neptune  atoned,  his  wrath  shall  now  refrain' 

Or  thwart  the  synod  of  the  gods  in  vain." 
"Father  and  king  adored  !"  Minerva  cried, 

"  Since  all  who  in  the  Olympian  bower  reside 

Now  make  the  wandering  Greek  their  public  care. 

Let  Hermes  to  the  Atlantic  isle  repair  ; 

Bid  him,  arrived  in  bright  Calypso's  court, 

The  sanction  of  the  assembled"  powers  report : 

That  wise  Ulysses  to  his  native  land 

Must  speed,  obedient  to  their  high  command. 

Meantime  Telemachus,  the  blooming  heir 

Of  sea-girt  Ithaca,  demands  my  care  : 

'Tis  mine  to  form  his  green,  unpractised  years 

In  sage  debates  ;  surrounded  with  his  peers, 


33  THE   ODTSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

To  save  the  state,  and  timely  to  restrain 
The  bold  intrusion  of  the  suitor-train  ; 
Who  crowd  his  palace,  and  with  lawless  power 
His  herds  and  flocks  in  feastful  rites  devour. 
To  distant  Sparta,  and  the  spacious  waste 
Of  Sandy  Pyle,  the  royal  youth  shall  haste. 
There,  warm  with  filial  love,  the  cause  inquire 
That  from  his  realm  retards  his  god-like  sire  : 
Delivering  early  to  the  voice  of  fame 
The  promise  of  a  great  immortal  name. 

She  said  :  the  sandals  of  celestial  mould. 
Fledged  with  ambrosial  plumes,  and  rich  with  gold. 
Surround  her  feet :  with  these  sublime  she  sails 
The  aerial  space,  and  mounts  the  winged  gales  : 
O'er  earth  and  ocean  wide  prepared  to  soar. 
Her  dreaded  arm  a  beamy  javelin  bore. 
Ponderous  and  vast :  which,  when  her  fury  bums. 
Proud  tyrants  humbles,  and  whole  hosts  o'erturns. 
From  high  Olympus  prone  her  flight  she  bends. 
And  in  the  realms  of  Ithaca  descends, 
Her  lineaments  divine,  the  grave  disguise 
Of  Mentes'  form  conceal'd  from  human  eyes 
(Mentes,  the  monarch  of  the  Taphian  land) : 
A  glittering  spear  waved  awful  in  her  hand. 
There  in  the  portal  placed,  the  heaven-bom  mail 
Enormous  riot  and  misrule  survey'd. 
On  hides  of  beeves,  before  the  palace  gate 
(Sad  spoils  of  luxury),  the  suitors  sate. 
With  rival  art,  and  ardour  in  their  mien, 
At  chess  they  vie,  to  captivate  the  queen  ; 
Divining  of  their  loves.     Attending  nigh, 
A  menial  train  the  flowing  bowl  supply  . 
Others,  apart,  the  spacious  hall  prepare. 
And  form  the  costly  feast  with  busy  care. 
There  young  Telemachus,  his  bloomy  face 
Glowing  celestial  sweet,  with  godlike  grace 
Amid  the  circle  shines  :  but  hope  and  fear 
(Painful  vicissitude  !)  his  bosom  tear. 
Now,  imaged  in  his  mind,  he  sees  restored 
In  peace  and  joy  the  people's  rightful  lord  : 
The  proud  oppressors  fly  the  vengeful  sword. 
While  his  fond  soul  these  fancied  triumphs  swell'd. 
The  stranger-guest  the  royal  youth  beheld  : 
Grieved  that  a  visitant  so  long  should  wait 
Unmark'd,  unhonour'd,  at  a  monarch's  gate  ; 
Instant  he  flew  with  hospitable  haste, 
And  the  new  friend  with  courteous  air  embraced. 


Minerva's  descent  to  ithaca.  S3 

"Stranger,  whoe'er  thou  art,  securelj  rest, 

AfBanced  in  my  faith,  a  ready  guest  : 

Approach  the  dome,  the  social  banquet  share. 

And  then  the  purpose  of  tliy  soul  declare." 
Thus  affable  and  mild,  the  prince  precedes. 

And  to  the  dome  the  unknown  celestial  leads! 

The  spear  receiving  from  the  hand,  he  placed 

Against  a  column,  fair  with  sculpture  graced  ; 

Where  seemly  ranged  in  peaceful  order  stood 

Ulysses*  arms,  now  long  disu    ;d  to  blood. 

He  led  the  goddess  to  the  sovereign  seat. 

Her  feet  supported  with  a  stool  of  state 

(A  purple  carpet  spread  the  pavement  wide) ; 

Then  drew  his  seat,  familiar,  to  her  side  ; 

Far  from  the  suitor- train,  a  brutal  crowd, 

With  insolence,  and  wine,  elate  and  loud  : 

Where  the  free  guest,  unnoted,  might  relate, 

If  haply  conscious,  of  his  father's  fate. 

The  golden  ewer  a  maid  obsequious  brings, 

Replenlsh'd  from  the  cool,  translucent  springs  ; 
W^ith  copious  water  the  bright  vase  supplies 
A  silver  laver  of  capacious  size  : 
They  wash.     The  tables  in  fair  order  spread. 
They  heap  the  glittering  canisters  with  bread  : 
Viands  of  various  kinds  allure  the  taste. 
Of  choicest  sort  and  savour,  rich  repast  I 
Delicious  wines  the  attending  herald  brought ; 
The  gold  gave  lustre  to  the  purple  draught. 
Lured  with  the  vapour  of  the  fragrant  feast, 
In  rush'd  the  suitors  with  voracious  haste : 
Marshall'd  in  order  due,  to  each  a  sewer 
Presents,  to  bathe  his  hands,  a  radiant  ewer. 
Luxurious  then  they  feast.     Observant  round 
Gay  stripling  youths  the  brimming  goblets  crown'cL 
The  rage  of  hunger  quell'd,  they  all  advance 
And  form  to  measured  airs  the  mazy  dance  : 
To  Phemius  was  consign'd  the  chorded  lyre. 
Whose  hand  reluctant  touch'd  the  waibling  wire  : 
Phemius,  whose  voice  divine  could  sweetest  sing 
High  strains  responsive  to  the  vocal  string. 

Meanwhile,  in  whispers  to  his  heavenly  guest 
His  indignation  thus  the  prince  express'd  : 

"  Indulge  my  rising  grief,  whilst  these  (my  friend) 
With  song  and  dance  the  pompous  revel  end. 
Light  is  the  dance,  and  doubly  sweet  the  lays. 
When  for  the  dear  delight  another  pays. 
Hte  tWMured  stores  tho§e  cormorants  consume, 
8 


84  THE    ODYSfcEY   OK   UOilER. 

Whose  bones,  defrauded  of  a  regal  tomb 

And  common  turf,  lie  naked  on  the  plain, 

Or  doom'd  to  welter  in  the  whelming  main. 

Should  he  return,  that  troop  so  blithe  and  bold, 

With  purple  robes  inwrought,  and  stiff  with  gold. 

Precipitant  in  fear  would  wing  their  flight, 

And  curse  their  cumbrous  pride's  unwieldy  weight. 

But  ah,  I  dream  ! — the  appointed  hour  is  fled, 

And  hope,  too  long  with  vain  delusion  fed, 

Deaf  to  the  rumour  of  fallacious  fame, 

Gives  to  the  roll  of  death  his  glorious  name? 

With  venial  freedom  let  me  now  demand 

Thy  name,  thy  lineage,  and  paternal  land  ; 

Sincere,  from  whence  began  thy  course,  recite. 

And  to  what  ship  I  owe  the  friendly  freight? 

Now  first  to  me  this  visit  dost  thou  deign. 

Or  number'd  in  my  father's  social  train  ? 

All  who  deserved  his  choice  he  made  his  own, 

And,  curious  much  to  know,  he  far  was  known.'* 

"  My  birth  I  boast  (the  blue-eyed  virgin  cries) 
From  great  Anchialus,  renown'd  and  wise  ; 
Mentes  my  name  ;  I  rule  the  Taphian  race, 
Whose  bounds  the  deep  circumfluent  waves  embra«e 
A  duteous  people,  and  industrious  isle, 
To  naval  arts  inured,  and  stormy  toil. 
Freighted  with  iron  from  my  native  land, 
I  steer  my  voyage  to  the  Brutian  strand 
To  gain  by  commerce,  for  the  Ir.bour'd  mass, 
A  just  proportion  of  refulgent  brass. 
Far  from  your  capital  my  ship  resides 
At  Reithrus,  and  secure  at  anchor  rides  ; 
Where  waving  groves  on  airy  Neicn  grow. 
Supremely  tall,  and  shade  the  dteps  below. 
Thence  to  revisit  ^-our  imperial  dome. 
An  old  hereditary  guest  I  come  : 
Your  father's  friend.     Laertes  can  relate 
Our  faith  unspotted,  and  its  early  date  ; 
AVho,  press'd  with  heart-corroding  grief  and  years. 
To  the  gay  court  a  rural  shed  prefers. 
Where,  sole  of  all  his  train,  a  matron  sage 
Supports  with  homely  food  his  drooping  age. 
With  feeble  steps  from  marshalling  his  vines 
Returning  sad,  when  toilsome  day  declines. 

"With  friendly  speed,  induced  by  erring  fame, 
To  hail  Ulysses'  safe  return  I  came  ; 
But  still  the  frown  of  some  celestial  power 
With  envious  joy  retards  the  blissful  hour. 


Minerva's  descent  to  ithaca.  8fi 

Let  not  your  soul  be  sunk  in  sadvdespair  ; 

He  lives,  he  breathes  this  heavenly  vital  air. 

Among  a  savage  race,  whose  shelfy  bounds  ' 

With  ceaseless  roar  the  foaming  deep  surrounds. 

The  thoughts  which  roll  within  my  ravish'd  breast. 

To  me,  no  seer,  the  inspiring  gods  suggest ; 

Nor  skill'd  nor  studious,  with  prophetic  eye 

To  jnidge  the  winged  omens  of  the  s!cy. 

Yet  hear  this  certain  speech,  nor  deeni  it  vain  ; 

Though  adamantine  bonds  the  chief  restrain,  ' 

The  dire  restraint  his  wisdom  will  defeat. 

And  soon  restore  him  to  his  regal  seat. 

But  generous  youth  !  sincere  and  free  declare. 

Are  you,  of  manly  growth,  his  royal  heir  ? 

For  sure  Ulysses  in  your  look  appears. 

The  same  his  features,  if  the  same  his  years. 

Such  was  that  face,  on  which  I  dwelt  with  joy 

Ere  Greece  assembled  stemm'd  the  tides  to  Troy  ; 
But,  parting  then  for  that  detested  shore. 
Our  eyes,  unhappy  ?  never  greeted  more." 

"  To  prove  a  genuine  birth  (the  prince  replies) 
On  female  truth  assenting  faith  relies  : 
Thus  manifest  of  right,  I  build  my  claim 
Sure-founded  on  a  fair  maternal  lame, 
Ulysses'  son  :  but  happier  he,  whom  fate 
Hath  placed  beneath  the  storms  which  toss  the  great ! 
Happier  the  son,  whose  hoary  sire  is  bless'd 
With  humble  affluence,  and  "domestic  rest  1 
Happier  than  I,  to  future  empire  born, 
But  doom'd  a  father's  wretch'd  fate  to  mourn  ! " 
To  whom,  with  aspect  mild,  the  guest  divine  : 
"  Oh  true  descendant  of  a  sceptred  line  I 
The  gods  a  glorious  fate  from  anguish  free 
To  chaste  Penelope's  increase  decree. 
But  say,  yon  jovial  troops  so  gaily  dress'd. 
Is  this  a  bridal  or  a  friendly  feast  ? 
Or  from  their  deed  I  rightlier  may  divine. 
Unseemly  flown  with  insolence  and  wine  ?  ' 

Unwelcome  revellers,  whose  lawless  joy 
Pains  the  sage  ear,  and  hurts  the  sober  eye." 

"  Magnificence  of  old  (the  prince  replied)  ' 

Beneath  our  roof  with  virtue  could  reside  ; 
Unblamed  abundance  crowned  the  royal  board 
What  time  this  dome  revered  her  prudent  lord  ; 
Who  now  (so  Heaven  decrees)  is  doom'd  to  mourn, 
Bitter  constraint,  erroneous  and  forlorn. 
Better  the  cliief,  on  Ilion's  hostile  plain. 


36  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEK. 

Had  fall'n  surrounded  witli  his  warlike  train  ; 

Or  safe  return'd,  the  race  of  glory  pass'd. 

New  to  his  friends'  embrace,  and  breathed  his  last  1 

Then  grateful  Greece  with  streaming  eyes  would  raise, 

Historic  marbles  to  record  his  praise  ; 

His  praise,  eternal  on  the  faithful  stone. 

Had  with  transmissive  honour  graced  his  son. 

Now  snatch'd  by  harpies  to  the  dreary  coast. 

Sunk  is  the  hero,  and  his  glory  lost : 

Vanish'd  at  once  !  unheard  of,  and  unknown  ! 

And  I  his  heir  in  misery  alone. 

Nor  for  a  dear  lost  father  only  flow 

The  filial  tears,  but  woe  succeeds  to  woe  : 

To  tempt  the  spouseless  queen  with  amorous  wiles 

Resort  the  nobles  from  the  neighbouring  isles  ; 

From  Samos,  circled  with  the  Ionian  main, 

Dulichium,  and  Zacynthus'  sylvan  reign  ; 

Ev'n  with  presumptuous  hope  her  bed  to  ascend, 

The  lords  of  Ithaca  their  right  pretend. 

She  seems  attentive  to  their  pleaded  vows, 

Her  heart  detesting  what  her  ear  allows. 

They,  vain  expectants  of  the  bridal  hour, 

My  stores  in  riotous  expense  devour. 

In  feast  and  dance  the  mirthful  months  employ. 

And  meditate  my  doom  to  crown  their  joy." 

With  tender  pity  touch'd,  the  goddess  cried  : 
"  Soon  may  kind  Heaven  a  sure  relief  provide. 
Soon  may  your  sire  discharge  the  vengeance  due. 
And  all  your  wrongs  the  proud  oppressors  rue  1 
Oh  !  in  that  portal  should  the  chief  appear. 
Each  hand  tremendous  with  a  brazen  spear, 
In  radiant  panoply  his  limbs  incased 
(For  so  of  old  my  father's  court  he  graced. 
When  social  mirth  unbent  his  serious  sou', 
O'er  the  full  banquet,  a  d  the  sprightly  bowl)  : 
He  then  from  Epliyre,  the  fiir  domain 
Of  Has,  sprung  from  Jason's  royal  strain. 
Measured  a  len,n:tli  of  seas,  a  toilsome  length,  in  vavi. 
For,  voyaging  to  leara  the  diref  al  art 
To  taint  with  deadly  drugs  the  barbed  dart ; 
Observant  of  the  gods,  and  sternly  just. 
Has  refased  to  impart  the  baneful  trust  : 
With  friendlier  zeal  my  father's  soul  was  fired, 
The  drugs  he  knew,  and  gave  the  boon  desired. 
Appear'd  he  now  with  such  heroic  port. 
As  then  conspicuous  at  the  Taphian  court ; 
Soon  should  yon  boasters  cease  their  haughty  stjite. 


Minerva's  descent  to  ithaca.  37 

Or  each  atone  his  guilty  love  with  life. 

But  of  his  wish'd  return  the  care  resign. 

Be  future  vengeance  to  the  powers  divine. 

My  sentenee  hear  :  with  stern  distaste  avow'd, 

To  their  own  districts  drive  the  suitor-crowd  : 

When  next  tlie  morning  warms  the  purple  east, 

Convoke  the  peerage,  and  the  gods  attest  ; 

The  sorrows  of  your  inmost  soul  relate  ; 

And  form  sure  plans  to  save  the  sinking  state. 

Should  second  love  a  pleasing  flame  inspire. 

And  the  chaste  queen  connubial  rights  require  ; 

Dismiss'd  with  honour,  let  her  hence  repair 

To  great  Icarius,  whose  paternal  care 

Will  guide  her  passion,  and  reward  her  choice 

With  wealthy  dower,  and  bridal  gifts  of  price. 

Then  let  this  dictate  of  my  love  prevail : 

Instant,  to  foreign  realms  prepare  to  sail. 

To  learn  your  father's  fortunes  :   Fame  may  prove. 

Or  omen'd  voice  (the  messenger  of  Jove), 

Propitious  to  the  search.     Direct  your  toil 

Through  the  wide  ocean  first  to  sandy  Pyle  ; 

Of  Nestor,  hoary  sage,  his  doom  demand  : 

Thence  speed  your  voyage  to  the  Spartan  strand  ; 

For  young  Atrides  to  the  Achaian  coast 

Arrived  the  last  of  all  the  victor  host. 

If  yet  Ulysses  views  the  light,  forbear. 

Till  the  fleet  hours  restore  the  circling  year. 

But  if  his  soul  hath  wing'd  the  destined  flight, 

Inhabitant  of  deep  disastrous  night  ; 
Homeward  with  pious  speed  repass  the  main, 
To  the  pale  shade  funereal  rites  ordain. 
Plant  the  fair  column  o'er  the  vacant  grave, 
A  hero's  honours  let  the  hero  have. 
With  decent  grief  the  royal  dead  deplored, 
For  the  chaste  queen  select  an  equal  lord. 
Then  let  revenge  your  daring  mind  employ. 
By  fraud  or  force  the  suitor-train  destroy. 
And  starting  into  manhood,  scorn  the  boy. 
Hast  thou  not  heard  how  young  Orestes,  fired 
With  great  revenge,  immortal  praise  acquired  ? 
His  virgin-sword  .^gysthus'  veins  imbrued  ; 
The  murderer  fell,  and  blood  atoned  for  blo«d. 
O  greatly  bless'd  with  every  blooming  graoe  ! 
With  equal  steps  the  paths  of  glory  trace  ; 
Join  to  that  royal  youth's  your  rival  name, 

And  shine  eternal  in  the  sphere  of  fame. 

But  my  associates  now  my  stay  deplore, 


88  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Impatient  on  the  hoarse-resounding  shore. 
Thou,  heedful  of  advice,  secure  proceed  ; 
My  praise  the  precept  is,  be  thine  the  deed. 

"  The  counsel  of  my  friend  (the  youth  rejoin'd) 
Imprints  conviction  on  my  grateful  mind. 
So  fathers  speak  (persuasive  speech  and  mild) 
Their  sage  experience  to  the  favourite  child. 
But,  since  to  part,  for  svi^eet  refection  due, 
The  genial  viands  let  my  train  renew  : 
And  tbe  rich  pledge  of  plighted  faith  receive. 
Worthy  the  air  of  Ithaca  to  give." 

"  Defer  the  promised  boon  (the  goddess  cries. 
Celestial  azure  brightening  in  her  eyes). 
And  let  me  now  regain  the  Reithrian  port : 
From  Temese  return'd,  your  royal  court 
I  shall  revisit,  and  that  pledge  receive  : 
And  gifts,  memorial  of  our  friendship,  leave." 

Abrupt,  with  eagle-speed  she  cut  the  sky  ; 
Instant  invisible  to  mortal  eye. 
Then  first  he  recognized  the  ethereal  guest  ; 
Wonder  and  joy  alternate  fire  his  breast : 
Heroic  thoughts,  infused,  his  heart  dilate  ; 
Revolving  much  his  father's  doubtful  fate. 
At  length,  composed,  he  join'd  the  suitor-throng'  ; 
Hush'd  in  attention  to  tbe  warbled  song. 
His  tender  theme  the  charming  lyrist  chose 
Minerva's  anger,  and  the  dreadful  woes 
Which  voyaging  from  Troy  the  victors  bore. 
While  storms  vindictive  intercept  the  shore. 
The  shrilling  airs  the  vaulted  roof  rebounds. 
Reflecting  to  the  queen  the  silver  sounds. 
With  grief  renew'd  the  weeping  fair  descends  ,* 
Their  sovereign's  step  a  virgin  train  attends  : 
A  veil,  of  richest  texture  wrought,  she  wears. 
And  silent  to  the  joyous  hall  repairs. 
There  from  the  portal,  with  her  mild  command. 
Thus  gently  checks  the  minstrel's  tuneful  hand  : 

"  Phemius  !  let  acts  of  gods,  and  heroes  old. 
What  ancient  bards  in  hall  and  bower  have  told, 
Attemper'd  to  the  lyre,  your  voice  employ  : 
Such  the  pleased  ear  will  drink  with  silent  joy. 
But,  oh  !  forbear  that  dear  disastrous  name, 
To  sorrow  sacred,  and  secure  of  fame  : 
My  bleeding  bosom  sickens  at  the  sound. 
And  every  piercing  note  inflicts  a  wound." 

"  Why,  dearest  object  of  my  duteous  love, 
(Replied  the  prince,)  will  you  the  bard  reprove  ? 


Minerva's  descent  to  ithaca.  39 

Oft,  Jove's  ethereal  rays  (resistless  fire) 
The  chanter's  soul  and  raptured  song  inspire 
Instinct  divine  ?  nor  blame  severe  his  choice. 
Warbling  the  Grecian  vi^oes  with  heart  and  voice  • 
For  novel  lays  attract  our  ravish'd  ears  ; 
But  old,  the  mind  v?ith  inattention  hears  : 
Patient  permit  the  sadly  pleasing  strain  ; 
Familiar  novr  with  grief,  your  tears  refrain, 
And  in  the  public  woe  forget  your  own  ; 
You  weep  not  for  a  perish'd  lord  alone. 
What  Greeks  new  wandering  in  the  Stygian  gloom. 
With  your  Ulysses  shared  an  equal  doom  ! 
Your  widow'd  hours,  apart,  with  female  toil 
And  various  labours  of  the  loom  beguile  ; 
There  rule,  from  palace-cares  remote  and  free  ; 
That  care  to  man  belongs,  and  most  to  me." 

Mature  beyond  his  years,  the  queen  admires 
His  sage  reply,  and  with  her  train  retires. 
Then  swelling  sorrows  burst  their  former  bounds. 
With  echoing  grief  afresh  the  dome  resounds  ; 
Till  Pallas,  piteous  of  her  plaintive  cries. 
In  slumber  closed  her  silver-streaming  eyes. 

Meantime,  rekindled  at  the  royal  charms. 
Tumultuous  love  each  beating  bosom  warms  ; 
Intemperate  rage  a  wordy  war  began  ; 
But  bold  Telemachus  assumed  the  man. 
"  Instant  (he  cried)  your  female  discord  end, 
Ye  deedless  boasters  !  and  the  song  attend  : 
Obey  that  sweet  compulsion,  nor  profane 
With  dissonance  the  smooth  melodious  strain. 
Pacific  now  prolong  the  jovial  feast ; 
But  when  the  dawn  reveals  the  rosy  east, 
I,  t«  the  peers  assembled,  shall  propose 
The  firm  resolve,  I  here  in  few  disclose  : 
No  longer  live  the  cankers  of  my  court  ; 
All  to  your  several  states  with  speed  resort ; 
Waste  in  wild  riot  what  your  land  allows. 
There  ply  the  early  feast,  and  late  carouse. 
But  if,  to  honour  lost,  'tis  still  decreed 
For  you  my  bowl  shall  flow,  my  flock  shall  bleed ; 
Judge  and  revenge  my  right,  impartial  Jove  ! — 
By  him  and  all  the  immortal  thrones  above 
(A  sacred  oath),  each  proud  oppressor  slain. 
Shall  with  inglorious  gore  this  marble  stain." 

Awed  by  the  prince,  thus  haughty,  bold,  and  young, 
Bage  gnaw'd  the  lip,  and  wonder  chain'd  the  tongue, 
gileuQe  at  length  the  gay  Antinoiis  broke, 


40  THE   ODTS8BT  OF   HOMEB. 

Constrain'd  a  smile,  and  thus  ambiguous  spoke : 
"  What  god  to  your  untutor'd  youth  affords 
This  headlong  torrent  of  amazing  words  ? 
May  Jove  delay  thy  reign,  and  cumber  late 
So  bright  a  genius  with  the  toils  of  state  !  " 

"  Those  toils  (Telemachus  serene  replies)^ 
Have  charms,  with  all  their  weight,  t'  allure  the  wise. 
Fast  by  the  throne  obsequious  fame  resides. 
And  wealth  incessant  rolls  her  golden  tides. 
Nor  let  Antinoiis  rage,  if  strong  desire 
Of  wealth  and  fame  a  youthful  bosom  fire  : 
Elect  by  Jove,  his  delegate  of  sway. 
With  joyous  pride  the  summons  I'd  obey. 
Whene'er  Ulysses  roams  the  realm  of  night. 
Should  factious  power  dispute  my  lineal  right. 
Some  other  Greeks  a  fairer  claim  may  plead  ; 
To  your  pretence  their  title  would  precede. 
At  least,  the  sceptre  lost,  I  still  should  reign 
Sole  o'er  my  vassals,  and  domestic  train." 

To  this  Eurymachus  :  "  To  Heaven  alone 
Refer  the  choice  to  fill  the  vacant  throne. 
Your  patrimonial  stores  in  peace  possess  ; 
Undoubted,  all  your  filial  claim  confess  : 
Your  private  right  should  impious  power  invade. 
The  peers  of  Ithaca  would  arm  in  aid. 
But  say,  that  stranger  guest  who  late  withdrew, 
W^hat  and  from  whence  ?  his  name  and  lineage  shew. 
His  grave  demeanour  and  majestic  grace 
Speak  him  descended  of  no  vulgar  race  : 
Did  he  some  loan  of  ancient  right  require. 
Or  came  forerunner  of  your  sceptr'd  sire  ?  " 

"  Oh  son  of  Polybus  !  "  the  prince  replies, 
"  No  more  my  sire  will  glad  these  longing  eyes  : 
The  queen's  fond  hope  inventive  rumour  cheers, 
Or  vain  diviners'  dreams  divert  her  fears. 
That  stranger-guest  the  Taphian  realm  obeys, 
A  realm  defended  with  encircling  seas. 
Mentes,  an  ever-honour'd  name,  of  old 
High  in  Ulysses'  social  list  enroU'd." 

Thus  he,  though  conscious  of  the  ethereal  gneet. 
Answer' d  evasive  of  the  sly  request. 
Meantime  the  lyre  rejoins  the  sprightly  lay  ; 
Love-dittied  airs,  and  dance,  conclude  the  day 
But  when  the  star  of  eve  with  golden  light 
Adorn'd  the  matron  brow  of  sable  night. 
The  mirthful  train  dispersing  quit  the  court. 
And  to  tUw  several  domes  to  rest  resort 


Minerva's  descent  to  ithaca.  41 

A  towering  structure  to  the  palace  join'd  ; 

To  this  his  steps  the  thoughtful  prince  inclined  : 

In  hio  pavilion  there,  to  sleep  repairs  ; 

The  lighted  torch,  the  sage  Euryclea  bears 

(Daughter  of  Ops,  the  just  Pisenor's  son, 

For  twenty  beeves  by  great  Lagrtes  won  ; 

In  rosy  prime  with  charms  attractive  graced, 

Honour'd  by  him,  a  gentle  lord  and  chaste. 

With  dear  esteem  :  too  wise,  with  jealous  strife 

To  taint  the  joys  of  sweet  connubial  life. 

Sole  with  Telemachus  her  service  ends, 

A  child  she  nursed  him,  and  a  man  attends). 

Whilst  to  his  couch  himself  the  prince  address'd, 
The  duteous  dame  received  the  purple  vest  : 
The  purple  vest  with  decent  care  disposed, 
The  silver  ring  she  pull'd,  the  door  reclosed, 
The  bolt,  obedient  to  the  silken  cord. 
To  the  strong  staple's  inmost  depth  restored. 
Secured  the  valves.     There,  wrapped  in  silent  shade, 
Pensive,  the  rules  the  goddess  gave  he  weigh'd  ; 
Stretch'd  on  the  downy  fleece,  no  rest  he  knows. 
And  in  his  raptured  soul  the  vision  glows. 


BOOK  II. 

ARGUMENT. 

THB  COUNCIL  OP  ITHACA. 

Telemachus,  in  the  assembly  of  the  lords  of  Ithaca,  complains  of  the 
injustice  done  him  by  the  suitors,  and  insists  upon  their  departure 
from  his  palace  :  appealing  to  the  princes,  and  exciting  the  peeple  to 
declare  against  them .  The  suitors  endeavour  to  justify  their  stay,  at 
least  till  he  shall  send  the  queen  to  the  court  of  Icanus  her  father  ; 
■which  he  refuses.  There  appears  aprodigy  of  two  eagles  in  the  sky, 
which  an  augur  expounds  to  the  ruin  of  the  suitors.  Telemachus 
then  demands  a  vessel  to  carry  him  to  Pylos  and  Sparta,  there  to 
inquire  of  his  father's  fortunes.  Pallas,  in  the  shape  of  Mentor  (an 
ancient  friend  of  Ulysses),  helps  him  to  a  ship,  assists  him  in  pre- 
paring necessaries  for  the  voyage,  and  embarks  with  him  that  night ; 
which  concludes  the  second  day  from  the  opening  of  the  poem. 
The  scene  continues  in  the  palace  of  Ulysses,  in  Ithaca. 

Now  reddening  from  the  dawn,  the  morning  ray 

Glow'd  in  the  front  of  heaven,  and  gave  the  day 

The  youthful  hero,  with  returning  light. 

Rose  anxious  from  the  inquietudes  of  night. 

A  royal  robe  he  wore  with  graceful  pride, 

A  two-edged  falchion  threaten'd  by  his  side» 

Embroider'd  sandals  glitter'd  as  he  trod, 

And  forth  he  moved,  majestic  as  a  god. 

Then  by  his  heralds,  restless  of  delay,  ■ 

To  council  calls  the  peers  :  the  peers  obey. 

Soon  as  in  solemn  form  the  assembly  sate. 

From  his  high  dome  himself  descends  in  state. 

Bright  in  his  hand  a  ponderous  javelin  shined  ; 

Two  dogs,  a  faithful  guard,  attend  behind  ; 

Pallas  with  grace  divine  his  form  improves, 

And  gazing  crowds  admire  him  as  he  moves. 

His  father's  throne  he  fiU'd  ;  while  distant  stood 
The  hoary  peers,  and  aged  wisdom  bow'd. 

'T was  silence  all.     At  last  iEgyptius  spoke  j  - 

^gyptius,  by  his  age  and  sorrow  broke  ;  '. 

A  length  of  days  his  soul  with  prudence  crown'd, 
A  length  of  days  had  bent  him  to  the  ground. 
His  eldest  hope  in  arms  to  Ilion  came. 
By  great  Ulysses  taught  the  path  to  fame  ; 
(43) 


THE  COUNCIL  OF  ITHACA.  48 

But  (hapless  youth)  the  hideous  Cyclops  tore 

His  quivering  limbs,  and  quaff'd  his  spouting  gore. 

Three  sons  remain'd  ;  to  climb  with  haughty  fires 

The  royal  bed,  Eurynomus  aspires  ; 

The  rest  with  duteous  love  his  griefs  assuage. 

And  ease  the  sire  of  half  the  cares  of  age. 

Yet  still  his  Antiphus  he  loves,  he  mourns. 

And,  as  he  stood,  he  spoke  and  wept  by  turns, 

' '  Since  great  Ulysses  sought  the  Phrygian  plain?. 
Within  these  walls  inglorious  silence  reigns. 
Say  then,  ye  peers  !  by  whose  commands  we  meet  ? 
Why  here  once  more  in  solemn  council  sit  ? 
Ye  young,  ye  old,  the  weighty  cause  disclose  : 
Arrives  some  message  of  invading  foes  ? 
Or  say,  does  high  necessity  of  state 
Inspire  some  patriot,  and  demand  debate  ? 
The  present  synod  speaks  its  author  wise  ; 
Assist  him,  Jove,  thou  regent  of  the  skies  ! " 

He  spoke.     Telemachus  with  transport  glows. 
Embraced  the  omen,  and  majestic  rose 
(His  royal  hand  the  imperial  sceptre  sway'd) ; 
Then  thus,  addressing  to  .^Egyptius,  said  : 

"  Reverend  old  man  !  lo  here  confess'd  he  stands 
By  whom  ye  meet  ;  my  grief  your  care  demands. 
No  story  I  unfold  of  public  woes. 
Nor  bear  advices  of  impending  foes  : 
Peace  the  blest  land,  and  joys  incessant  crown  : 
Of  all  this  happy  realm,  I  grieve  alone. 
For  my  lost  sire  continual  sorrows  spring. 
The  great,  the  good  ;  your  father  and  your  king. 
Yet  more  ;  our  house  from  its  foundation  bows. 
Our  foes  are  powerful,  and  your  sons  the  foes  ; 
Hither,  unwelcome  to  the  queen,  they  come  ;  ,  ^ 

Why  seek  they  not  the  rich  Icarian  dome  ? 
If  she  must  wed,  from  other  hands  require 
The  dowry  :  is  Telemachus  her  sire  ? 
Yet  through  my  court  the  noise  of  revel  rings. 
And  waste  the  wise  frugality  of  kings. 
Scarce  all  my  herds  their  luxury  suffice  ; 
Scarce  all  my  wine  their  midnight  hours  supplies. 
Safe  in  my  youth,  in  riot  still  they  grow. 
Nor  in  the  helpless  orphan  dread  a  foe. 
But  come  it  will,  the  time  when  manhood  grants 
More  powerful  advocates  than  vain  complaints. 
Approach  that  hour  !  insufferable  wrong 
Cries  to  the  gods,  and  vengeance  sleeps  too  long, 
tllse  thfen,  ye  peers  I  with  virtuous  ang&r  rise ; 


44  THE   ODYSSEY   OP  HOMER. 

Your  fame  revere,  but  most  the  avenging  skies. 

By  all  the  deathless  powers  that  reign  above. 

By  righteous  Themis  and  by  thundering  Jove 

(Themis,  who  gives  to  councils,  or  denies 

Success  ;  and  humbles,  or  confirms  the  wise). 

Rise  in  my  aid  !  suffice  the  tears  that  flow 

For  my  lost  sire,  nor  add  new  woe  to  woe. 

If  e'er  he  bore  the  sword  to  strengthen  ill, 

Or,  having  power  to  wrong,  betray'd  the  will, 

On  me,  on  me  your  kindled  wrath  assuage. 

And  bid  the  voice  of  lawless  riot  rage. 

If  ruin  to  your  royal  race  ye  doom. 

Be  you  the  spoilers,  and  our  wealth  consume. 

Then  might  we  hope  redress  from  juster  laws, 

And  raise  all  Ithaca  to  aid  our  cause  : 

But  while  your  sons  commit  the  unpunish'd  wrong, 

You  make  the  arm  of  violence  too  strong." 

While  thus  he  spoke,  with  rage  and  grief  he  f  rown'd, 
And  dash'd  the  imperial  sceptre  to  the  ground. 
The  big  round  tear  hung  trembling  in  his  eye  : 
The  synod  grieved,  and  gave  a  pitying  sigh. 
Then  silent  sate — at  length  Antinoiis  burns 
With  haughty  rage,  and  sternly  thus  returns  : 

"  O  insolence  of  youth  !  whose  tongue  afEords 
Such  railing  eloquence,  and  war  of  words. 
Studious  thy  country's  worthies  to  defame. 
Thy  erring  voice  displays  thy  mother's  shame. 
Elusive  of  the  bridal  day,  she  gives 
Fond  hopes  to  all,  and  all  with  hopes  deceives. 
Did  not  the  sun,  through  heaven's  wide  azure  roU'd, 
For  three  long  years  the  royal  fraud  behold  ? 
While  she,  laborious  in  delusion,  spread 
The  spacious  loom,  and  mix'd  the  various  thread  : 
Where  as  to  life  the  wondrous  figures  rise. 
Thus  spoke  the  inventive  queen,  with  artful  sighs  : 

"  Though  cold  in  death  Ulysses  breathes  no  more. 
Cease  yet  awhile  to  urge  the  bridal  hour  : 
Cease,  till  to  great  Laertes  I  bequeath 
A  task  of  grief,  his  ornaments  of  deatji. 
Lest  when  the  Fates,  his  royal  ashes  claim. 
The  Grecian  matrons  taint  my  spotless  fame  ; 
When  he,  whom  living  mighty  realms  obey'd, 
Shall  want  in  death  a  shroud  to  grace  his  shade.' 

"  Thus  she  :  at  once  the  generous  train  complies, 
Nor  fraud  mistrusts  in  virtue's  fair  disguise. 
The  work  she  plied  ;  but,  studious  of  delay, 
By  nighi,  ireversed  the  labours  of  the  day. 


THE  COUNCrt,   OF   ITHACA.  45 

While  thrice  the  sun  his  annual  journey  made. 
The  conscious  lamp  the  midnight  fraud  surveyed  ; 
Unheard,  unseen,  three  years  her  arts  prevail ; 
The  fourth  her  maid  unfolds  the  amazing  tale. 
We  saw,  as  unperceived  we  took  our  stand, 
The  backward  labours  of  her  faithless  hand. 
Then  urged,  she  perfects  her  illustrious  toils  ; 
A  wondrous  monument  of  female  wires  ! 

"  But  you,  0  peers  !  and  thou,  0  prince  !  give  ear 
(I  speak  aloud,  that  every  Greek  may  hear) ; 
Dismiss  the  queen  ;  and  if  her  sire  approves. 
Let  him  espouse  her  to  the  peer  she  loves  : 
Bid  instant  to  prepare  the  bridal  train. 
Nor  let  a  race  of  princes  wait  in  vain. 
Though  with  a  grace  divine  her  soul  is  blest. 
And  all  Minerva  breathes  within  her  breast. 
In  wondrous  arts  than  woman  more  renown'd, 
And  more  than  woman  with  deep  wisdom  crown'd  ; 
Though  Tyro  nor  Mycene  match  her  name. 
Not  great  Alcmena  (the  proud  boasts  of  fame)  ; 
Yet  thus  by  heaven  adorn'd,  by  heaven's  decree 
She  shines  with  fatal  excellence,  to  thee  : 
With  thee,  the  bowl  we  drain,  indulge  the  feast, 
Till  righteous  heaven  reclaim  her  stubborn  breast. 
What  though  from  pole  to  pole  resounds  her  name  I 
The  son's  destruction  waits  the  mother's  fame  : 
For,  till  she  leaves  thy  court,  it  is  decreed, 
Thy  bowl  to  empty  and  thy  flock  to  bleed." 

While  yet  he  speaks,  Telemachus  replies  : 
"  Ev'n  nature  starts,  and  what  ye  ask  denies. 
Thus,  shall  I  thus  repay  a  mother's  cares. 
Who  gave  me  life,  and  nursed  my  infant  years  t 
While  sad  on  foreign  shores  Ulysses  treads, 
Or  glides  a  ghost  with  unapparent  shades  ; 
How  to  Icarius  in  the  bridal  hour 
Shall  I,  by  waste  undone,  refund  the  dower? 
How  from  my  father  should  I  vengeance  dread ! 
How  would  my  mother  curse  my  hated  head  ! 
And  while  in  wrath  to  vengeful  fiends  she  cries, 
How  from  their. hell  would  vengeful  fields  arise! 
Abhorr'd  by  all,  accursed  my  name  would  grow. 
The  earth's  disgrace,  and  human-kind  my  foe. 
If  this  displease,  why  urge  ye  here  your  stay  ? 
Haste  from  the  court,  ye  spoilers,  haste  away  : 
Waste  in  wild  riot  what  your  land  allows. 
There  ply  the  early  feast,  and  late  carouse. 
But  if  to  honour  lost,  'tis  still  decreed 


46  THE   0D78SEY   OF   HOMER. 

For  you  my  bowl  shall  flow,  my  flocks  shall  bleed ; 
Judge,  and  assert  my  right,  impartial  Jove  ! 
By  him,  and  all  the  immortal  host  above 
^A  sacred  oath),  if  heaven  the  power  supply. 
Vengeance  I  vow,  and  for  your  wrongs  ye  die." 

With  that,  two  eagles  from  a  mountain's  height 
By  Jove's  command  direct  their  rapid  flight  ; 
Swift  they  descend,  with  wing  to  wing  conjoin'd, 
Stretch  their  broad  plumes,  and  float  upon  the  wind. 
Above  the  assembled  peers  they  wheel  on  high, 
And  clang  their  wings,  and  hovering  beat  the  sky  ; 
With  ardent  eyes  the  rival  train  they  threat, 
And  shrieking  loud  denounce  approaching  fate. 
They  cuff,  they  tear  ;  their  cheeks  and  neck  they  rend, 
And  from  their  plumes  huge  drops  of  blood  descend  : 
Then  sailing  o'er  the  domes  and  towers,  they  fly. 
Full  toward  the  east,  and  mount  into  the  sky. 

The  wondering  rivals  gaze,  with  cares  oppress'd. 
And  chilling  horrors  freeze  in  every  breast. 
Till  big  with  knowledge  of  approaching  woes, 
The  prince  of  augurs,  Halitherses,  rose  : 
Prescient  he  view'd  the  aerial  tracks,  and  drew 
A  sure  presage  from  every  wing  that  flew. 

"  Ye  sons  (he  cried)  of  Ithaca,  give  ear  ; 
Hear  all  !  but  chiefly  you,  O  rivals  !  hear. 
Destruction  sure  o'er  all  your  heads  impends 
Ulysses  comes,  and  death  his  steps  attends. 
Nor  to  the  great  alone  is  death  decreed  ; 
We  and  our  guilty  Ithacij,  must  bleed. 
Why  cease  we  then  the  wrath  of  heaven  to  stay  ? 
Be  humbled  all,  and  lead,  ye  great !  the  way. 
For  lo  ?  my  words  no  fancied  woes  relate  ; 
I  speak  from  science  and  the  voice  of  fate. 

"  When  great  Ulysses  sought  the  Phrygian  shores 
To  shake  with  war  proud  Ilion's  lofty  towers. 
Deeds  then  undone  my  faithful  tongue  foretold  : 
Heaven  seal'd  my  words,  and  you  those  deeds  behold. 
I  see  (I  cried)  his  woes,  a  countless  train  ; 
I  see  his  friends  o'er  whelm' d  beneath  the  main  ; 
How  twice  ten  years  from  shore  to  shore  he  roams  : 
Now  twice  ten  years  are  past,  and  now  he  comes  ! " 

To  whom  Eurymachus — "  Fly,  dotard  fly, 
With  thy  wise  dreams,  and  fables  of  the  sky. 
Go  prophesy  at  home,  thy  sons  advise  : 
Here  thou  art  sage  in  vain — I  better  read  the  skies 
Unnumber'd  birds  glide  through  the  aerial  way, 
Vagirants  of  air,  and  un  foreboding  stray 


THE  COUNCIL  OF   ITHAOA.  4*? 

Cbld  in  the  tomb,  or  in  the  deeps  below, 

Ulysses  lies  ;  oh  wert  thou  laid  as  low  ! 

Then  would  that  busy  head  no  broils  suggest, 

Nor  fire  to  rage  Telemachus'  breast. 

From  him  some  bribe  thy  venal  tongue  requires, 

And  interest,  not  the  god,  thy  voice  inspires. 

His  guideless  youth,  if  thy  experienced  age 

Mislead  fallacious  into  idle  rage. 

Vengeance  deserved  thy  malice  shall  repress. 

And  but  augment  the  wrongs  thou  would'st  redress, 

Telemachus  may  bid  the  queen  repair 

To  great  Icarius,  whose  paternl  care 

Will  guide  her  passion,  and  reward  her  choice 

With  wealthy  dower,  and  bridal  gifts  of  price. 

Till  she  retires,  determined  we  remain. 

And  both  the  prince  and  augur  threat  in  vain  : 

His  pride  of  words,  and  thy  wild  dream  of  fate, 

Move  not  the  brave,  or  only  move  their  hate. 

Threat  on,  0  prince  !  elude  the  bridal  day. 

Threat  on,  till  all  thy  stores  in  waste  decay. 

True,  Greece  affords  a  train  of  lovely  dames. 

In  wealth  and  beauty  worthy  of  our  flames  : 

But  never  from  this  nobler  suit  we  cease  ; 

For  wealth  and  beauty  less  than  virtue  please." 

To  whom  the  youth  :     "Since  then  in  vain  I  tell 
My  numerous  woes,  in  silence  let  them  dwell. 
But  Heaven,  and  all  the  Greeks,  have  heard  my  wrongs  : 
To  Heaven,  and  all  the  Greeks,  redress  belongs ; 
Yet  this  I  ask  (nor  be  it  ask'd  in  vain), 
A  bark  to  waft  me  o'er  the  rolling  main. 
The  realms  of  Pyle  and  Sparta  to  explore. 
And  seek  my  royal  sire  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
If,  or  to  fame  his  doubtful  fate  be  known. 
Or  to  be  learn'd  from  oracles  alone. 
If  yet  he  lives,  with  patience  I  forbear. 
Till  the  fleet  hours  restore  the  circling  year  : 
But  if  already  wandering  in  the  train 
Of  empty  shades,  I  measure  back  the  main. 
Plant  the  fair  column  o'er  the  mighty  dead. 
And  yield  his  consort  to  the  nuptial  bed." 

He  ceased  j  and  while  abash'd  the  peers  attend. 
Mentor  arose,  Ulysses'  faithful  friend  : 
(When  fierce  in  arms  he  sought  the  scenes  of  war, 
"  My  friend  (he  cried),  my  palace  be  thy  care ; 
Years  roU'd  on  years  my  godlike  sire  decay, 
Guard  thou  his  age,  and  his  behests  obey.") 
Stern  tw  he  rose,  he  cast  his  eyes  around. 


48  THE  ODYSSEY   OB*   fiOMEfi. 

That  flasli'd  with  rage  ;  and  as  spoke,  he  frown'd, 

"  0  never,  never  more  let  king  be  just, 
Be  mild  in  power,  or  faithful  to  his  trust ! 
Let  tyrants  govern  with  an  iron  rod, 
Oppress,  destroy,  and  be  the  scourge  of  God  ; 
Since  he  who  like  a  father  held  his  reign. 
So  soon  forgot,  was  just  and  mild  in  vain  ! 
True,  while  my  friend  is  grieved,  his  griefs  I  share  j 
Yet  now  the  rivals  are  my  smallest  care  : 
They  for  the  mighty  mischiefs  they  devise, 
Ere  long  shall  pay — their  forfeit  lives  the  price. 
But  against  you,  ye  Greeks  !   ye  coward  train  ! 
Gods  !  how  my  soul  is  moved  with  just  disdain  I 
Dumb  ye  all  stand,  and  not  one  tongue  affords 
His  injured  prince  the  little  aid  of  words," 

While  yet  he  spoke,  Leocritus  rejoined  : 
"  O  pride  of  words,  and  arrogance  of  mind  ! 
Would'st  thou  to  rise  in  arms  the  Greeks  advise  1 
Join  all  your  powers  ?  in  arms,  ye  Grfeeks,  arise ! 
Yet  would  your  powers  in  vain  our  strength  oppose  . 
The  valiant  few  o'ermatch  a  host  of  foes. 
Should  great  Ulysses  stern  appear  in  arms. 
While  the  bowl  circles,  and  the  banquet  warms  ; 
Though  to  his  breast  his  spouse  with  transport  flies. 
Torn  from  her  breast,  that  hour,  Ulysses  dies. 
But  hence  retreating  to  your  domes  repair. 
To  arm  the  vessel.  Mentor  !  be  thy  care, 
And  Halitherses  !  thine  :  be  each  his  friend ;  _a 

Ye  loved  the  father  :  go,  the  son  attend. 
But  yet,  I  trust,  the  boaster  means  to  stay 
Safe  in  the  court,  nor  tempt  the  watery  way." 

Then,  with  a  rushing  sound  the  assembly  bend 
Diverse  their  steps  :  the  rival  rout  ascend 
The  royal  dome  ;  while  sad  the  prince  explores 
The  neighbouring  main,  and  sorrowing  treads  the  shore& 
There,  as  the  waters  o'er  his  hands  he  shed, 
The  royal  suppliant  to  Minerva  pray'd  : 

"  O  goddess  !  who  descending  from  the  skies 
Vouchsafed  thy  presence  to  my  wondering  eyes. 
By  whose  commands  the  raging  deeps  I  trace. 
And  seek  my  sire  through  storms  and  rolling  seas  I 
Hear  from  thy  heavens  above,  0  warrior  maid  ! 
Descend  once  more,  propitious  to  my  aid. 
Without  thy  presence,  vain  is  thy  command  : 
Greece,  and  the  rival  train,  thy  voice  withstand." 

Indulgent  to  his  prayer,  the  goddess  took 
Sage  Mentor's  form,  and  thus  like  Mentor  spoke  -. 


THE  COXTNCIL  OF   iTHACA.  i% 

"  O  prince,  in  early  youth  divinely  wise, 

Born,  the  Ulysses  of  thy  age  to  rise  ! 

If  to  the  son  the  father's  worth  descends. 

O'er  the  wide  wave  success  thy  ways  attends  : 

To  tread  the  walks  of  death  he  stood  prepared  ; 

And  what  he  greatly  thought,  he  nohly  dared. 

Were  not  wise  sons  descendant  of  the  wise, 

And  did  not  heroes  from  brave  heroes  rise. 

Vain  were  my  hopes  :  few  sons  attain  the  praise 

Of  their  great  sires,  and  most  their  sires  disgrace. 

But  since  thy  veins  paternal  virtue  fires. 

And  all  Penelope  thy  soul  inspires, 

Go,  and  succeed  !  the  rivals'  aims  despise  ; 

For  never,  never  wicked  man  was  wise. 

Blind  they  rejoice,  though  now,  ev'n  now  they  fall ; 

Death  hastes  amain  :  one  hour  o'erwhelms  them  all  ! 

And  lo,  with  speed  we  plough  the  watery  way  ; 

My  power  shall  guard  thee,  and  my  hand  convey  : 

The  winged  vessel  studious  I  prepare, 

Through  seas  and  realms  companion  of  thy  care. 

Thou  to  the  court  ascend  :  and  to  the  shores 

(When  night  advances)  bear  the  naval  stores  ; 

Bread,  that  decaying  man  with  strength  supplies, 

And  generous  wine,  which  thoughtful  sorrow  flies. 

Meanwhile  the  mariners,  by  my  command. 

Shall  speed  aboard,  a  valiant  chosen  band. 

Wide  o'er  the  bay,  by  vessel  vessel  rides  ; 
The  best  I  choose  to  waft  thee  o'er  the  tides." 

She  spoke  :  to  his  high  dome  the  prince  returns, 
And,  as  he  moves,  with  royal  anguish  mourns. 
'Twas  riot  all,  among  the  lawless  train  ; 
Boar  bled  by  boar,  and  goat  by  goat  lay  slain. 
Arrived,  his  hand  the  gay  Antinoiis  press'd. 
And  thus  deriding,  with  a  smile  address'd  : 

"  Grieve  not,  O  daring  prince  !  that  noble  heart ; 
111  suits  gay  youth  the  stern  heroic  part. 
Indulge  the  genial  hour,  unbend  thy  soul. 
Leave  thought  to  age,  and  drain  the  flowing  bowl. 
Studious  to  ease  thy  grief,  our  care  provides 
The  bark,  to  waft  thee  o'er  the  swelling  tides." 

"  Is  this  (returns  the  prince)  for  mirth  a  time  ? 
When  lawless  gluttons  riot,  mirth's  a  crime ; 
The  luscious  wines,  dishonour'd,  lose  their  taste  ; 
The  song  is  noise,  and  impious  is  the  feast. 
Suffice  it  to  have  spent  with  swift  decay 
The  wealth  of  kings,  and  made  my  youth  a  prey. 
But  now  the  wise  instructions  of  the  sage. 


feO  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMES. 

And  manly  thoughts  inspired  by  manly  age, 

Teach  me  to  seek  redress  for  all  my  woe, 

Here,  or  in  Pyle — in  Pyle,  or  here,  your  foe. 

Deny  your  vessels,  ye  deny  in  vain  : 

A  private  voyager  I  pass  the  main. 

Free  breathe  the  winds,  and  free  the  billows  flow  ; 

And  where  on  earth  I  live,  I  live  your  foe. " 

He  spoke  and  frown'd,  nor  longer  deign'd  to  stay, 
Sternly  his  hand  withdrew,  and  strode  away. 

Meantime,  o'er  all  the  dome,  they  quaff,  they  feast, 
Derisive  taunts  were  spread  from  guest  to  guest, 
And  each  in  jovial  mood  his  mate  address'd  : 

"  Tremble  ye  not,  0  friends,  and  coward  fly, 
Doom'd  by  the  stern  Telemachus  to  die  ? 
To  Pyle  or  Sparta  to  demand  supplies. 
Big  with  revenge,  the  mighty  warrior  flies  : 
Or  comes  from  Ephyre  with  poisons  fraught. 
And  kills  us  all  in  one  tremendous  draught  ! " 

' '  Or  who  can  say  (his  gamesome  mate  replies) 
But,  while  the  dangers  of  the  deeps  he  tries 
He,  like  his  sire,  may  sink  deprived  of  breath, 
And  punish  us  unkindly  by  his  death  1 
What  mighty  labours  would  he  then  create. 
To  seize  his  treasures,  and  divide  his  state. 
The  royal  palace  to  the  queen  convey, 
Or  him  she  blesses  in  the  bridal  day  ! " 

Meantime  the  lofty  rooms  the  prince  surveys, 
Where  lay  the  treasures  of  the  Ithacian  race  : 
Here  ruddy  brass  and  gold  refulgent  blazed  ; 
There  polished  chests  embroider'd  vestures  graced  ; 
Here  jars  of  oil  breathed  forth  a  rich  perfume  ; 
There  casks  of  wine  in  rows  adorn'd  the  dome 
(Pure  flavorous  wine,  by  gods  in  bounty  given 
And  worthy  to  exalt  the  feasts  of  heaven). 
Untouch'd  they  stood,  till,  his  long  labours  o'er, 
The  great  Ulysses  reach'd  his  native  shore. 
A  double  strength  of  bars  secured  the  gates  ; 
Fast  by  the  door  the  wise  Euryclea  waits  ; 
Euryclea,  who,  great  Ops  1  thy  lineage  shared, 
And  watch'd  all  night,  all  day,  a  faithful  guard. 

To  whom  the  prince  :  "  0  thou,  whose  guardian  care 
Nursed  the  most  wretched  king  that  breathes  the  air  : 
Untouch'd  and  sacred  may  these  vessels  stand. 
Till  great  Ulysses  views  his  native  land. 
But  by  thy  care  twelve  urns  of  wine  be  fill'd  ; 
Next  these  in  worth,  and  firm  those  urns  be  seal'd  ; 
And  twice  tea  measures  of  the  choicest  flour 


THE  COUNCIL  OP   ITHACA.  51 

Prepared,  ere  yet  descends  the  evening  hour. 
For  when  the  favouring  shades  of  night  arise, 
And  peaceful  slumbers  close  my  mother's  eyes, 
Me  from  our  coast  shall  spreading  sails  convey, 
To  seek  Ulysses  through  the  watery  way. " 

While  yet  he  spoke,  she  fill'd  the  walls  with  cries, 
And  tears  ran  trickling  from  her  aged  eyes. 
"  O  whither,  whither  flies  my  son  (she  cried,) 
To  realms,  that  rocks  and  roaring  seas  divide  ? 
In  foreign  lands  thy  father's  days  decay 'd. 
And  foreign  lands  contain  the  mighty  dead. 
The  watery  way  ill-fated  if  thou  try. 
All,  all  must  perish,  and  by  fraud  you  die  ! 
Then  stay,  my  child  !  storms  beat,  and  rolls  the  main. 
Oh,  beat  those  storms,  and  roll  the  seas  in  vain  ! " 

"  Far  hence  (replied  the  prince)  thy  fears  be  driven  : 
Heaven  calls  me  forth  ;  these  counsels  are  of  Heaven. 
But,  by  the  powers  that  hate  the  perjured,  swear, 
To  keep  my  voyage  from  the  royal  ear. 
Nor  uncompell'd  the  dangerous  truth  betray. 
Till  twice  six  times  descends  the  lamp  of  day. 
Lest  the  sad  tale  a  mother's  life  impair. 
And  grief  destroy  what  time  awhile  would  spare." 

Thus  he.     The  matron  with  uplifted  eyes 
Attests  the  all-seeing  sovereign  of  the  skies. 
Then  studious  she  prepares  the  choicest  flour. 
The  strength  of  wheat,  and  wines  an  ample  store. 
While  to  the  rival  train  the  prince  returns. 
The  martial  goddess  with  impatience  burns  ; 
Like  thee,  Telemachus,  in  voice  and  size. 
With  speed  divine  from  street  to  street  she  flies. 
She  bids  the  mariners  prepared  to  stand. 
When  night  descends,  embodied  on  the  straid. 
Then  to  Noemon  swift  she  runs,  she  flies. 
And  asks  a  bark  :  the  chief  a.  bark  supplies. 

And  now,  declining  with  his  sloping  wheels, 
Down  sunk  the  sun  behind  the  western  hills. 
The  goddess  shoved  the  vessel  from  the  shores. 
And  stow'd  within  its  womb  the  naval  stores. 
Full  in  the  openings  of  the  spacious  main 
It  rides  ;  and  now  descends  the  sailor-train, 

Next,  to  the  court,  impatient  of  delay, 
With  rapid  step  the  goddess  urged  her  way  : 
There  every  eye  with  slumberous  chains  she  bound. 
And  dash'd  the  flowing  goblet  to  the  ground. 
Drowsy  they  rose,  with  heavy  fumes  oppress'd, 
fieel'd  from  the  palace,  and  retired  to  rest. 


53  THE   ODYSSEY   OF    HOMER. 

Then  thus,  in  Mentor's  reverend  fonn  array'd. 

Spoke  to  Telemachus  the  martial  maid. 

"  Lo  !  on  the  seas,  prepared  the  vessel  stands. 

The  impatient  mariner  thy  speed  demands." 

Swift  as  she  spoke,  with  rapid  pace  she  leads  ; 

The  footsteps  of  the  deity  he  treads. 

Swift  to  the  shore  they  move  along  the  strand  ; 

The  ready  vessel  rides,  the  sailors  ready  stand. 

He  bids  them  bring  their  stores  ;  the  attending  train 
lioad  the  tall  bark,  and  launch  into  the  main, 
The  prince  and  goddess  to  the  stern  ascend  ; 
To  the  strong  stroke  at  once  the  rowers  bend. 
Full  from  the  west  she  bids  fresh  breezes  blow  ; 
The  sable  billows  foam  and  roar  below. 
The  chief  his  orders  gives  ;  the  obedient  band 
With  due  observance  wait  the  chief's  command : 
With  speed  the  mast  they  rear,  with  speed  unbind 
The  spacious  sheet,  and  stretch  it  to  the  wind. 
High  o'er  the  roaring  waves  the  spreading  sails 
Bow  the  tall  mast,  and  swell  before  the  gales  ; 
The  crooked  keel  the  parting  surge  divides, 
And  to  the  stern  retreating  roll  the  tides. 
And  now  they  ship  their  oars,  and  crown  with  winft 
The  holy  goblet  to  the  powers  divine  : 
Imploring  all  the  gods  that  reign  above. 
But  chief  the  blue-eyed  progeny  of  Jove. 

Thus  all  the  night  they  stem  the  liquid  way, 
And  end  their  voyage  with  the  morning  ray. 


BOOK  IIL 
AKGUMENT. 

THB  INTEBVIEW  OF  TELEMACHU8  AND  WBSTOR. 

Telemachus,  guided  by  Pallas  in  the  shape  of  Mentor,  arrives  in  the 
morning  at  Pylos,  where  Nestor  and  his  sons  are  sacrificing  on  the  sea- 
shore to  Neptune.  Telemachus  declares  the  occasion  of  his  coming  : 
and  Nestor  relates  what  passed  in  their  return  from  Troy,  how  their 
fleets  were  separated,  and  he  never  since  heard  of  Ulysses.  They  dis- 
course concerning  the  death  of  Agamemnon,  the  revenge  of  Orestes, 
and  the  injuries  of  the  suitors.  Nestor  advises  him  to  go  to  Sparta, 
and  inquire  further  of  Menelaiis.  Th^  sacrifice  ending  « ith  the  night, 
Minerva  vanishes  from  them  in  the  form  of  an  eagle  :  Telemachus  is 
lodged  in  the  palace.  The  next  morning  they  sacrifice  a  bullock  to 
Minerva  ;  and  Telemachus  proceeds  on  his  journey  to  Sparta,  attended 
by  Pisistratus. 
The  scene  lies  on  the  sea-shore  of  Pylos. 

The  sacred  sun,  above  the  waters  raised, 
Through  heaven's  eternal  brazen  portals  blazed  ; 
And  wide  o'er  earth  diffused  his  cheering  ray. 
To  gods  and  men  to  give  the  golden  day. 
Now  on  the  coast  of  Pyle  the  vessel  falls. 
Before  old  Neleus'  venerable  walls. 
There  suppliant  to  the  monarch  of  the  flood. 
At  nine  green  theatres  the  Pylians  stood. 
Each  held  five  hundred  (a  deputed  train), 
At  each,  nine  oxen  on  the  sand  lay  slain. 
They  taste  the  entrails,  and  the  altars  load 
With  smoking  thighs,  an  offering  to  the  god. 
Full  for  the  port  the  Ithacensians  stand, 
And  furl  their  sails,  and  issue  on  the  land. 
Telemachus  already  press'd  the  shore  ; 
Not  first,  the  power  of  wisdom  march'd  before. 
And  ere  the  sacrificing  throng  he  join'd, 
Admonish'd  thus  his  well -attending  mind  : 

' '  Proceed,  my  son  !  this  youthful  shame  expel ; 
An  honest  business  never  blush  to  tell. 
To  learn  what  fates  thy  wretched  sire  detain, 
We  pass'd  the  wide  immeasurable  main. 
Meet  then  the  senior  far  renown'd  for  sense_. 
With  reverend  awe,  but  decent  confidence  : 
(58) 


54  THE  ODTSSET  OF  HOMER. 

Urge  him  with  truth  to  frame  his  fair  replies  ; 
And  sure  he  will  :  for  wisdom  never  lies." 

"  Oh  tell  me,  Mentor  !  tell  me,  faithful  guide 
(The  youth  with  prudent  modesty  replied), 
How  shall  I  meet,  or  how  accost  the  sage, 
Unskill'd  in  speech,  nor  yet  mature  of  age  ? 
Awful  til'  approach,  and  hard  the  task  appears, 
To  question  wisely  men  of  riper  years." 

To  whom  the  martial  goddess  thus  rejoin'd  : 
"  Search,  for  some  thoughts,  thy  own  suggesting  mind  ; 
And  others,  dictated  by  heavenly  power. 
Shall  rise  spontaneous  in  the  needful  hour. 
For  nought  unprosperous  shall  thy  ways  attend. 
Born  with  good  omens,  and  with  heaven  thy  friend." 

She  spoke,  and  led  the  way  with  swiftest  speed  : 
As  swift,  the  youth  pursued  the  way  she  led  ; 
And  join'd  the  I">and  before  the  sacred  fire. 
Where  sate,  encompass'd  with  his  sons,  the  sire. 
The  youth  of  Pylos,  some  on  pointed  wood 
Transfix'd  the  fragments,  some  prepared  the  food  : 
In  friendly  throngs  they  {^-ather  to  embrace 
Their  unknown  guests,  and  «\t  the  banquet  place. 
Pisistratus  was  first  to  grasp  their  hands. 
And  spread  soft  bides  upon  the  yellow  sands  ; 
Along  the  shore  the  illustrious  pair  he  led, 
Where  Nestor  sate  with  youthful  Thrasymed. 
To  each  a  portion  of  the  feast  he  bore. 
And  held  the  golden  goblet  foaming  o'er  ; 
Then  first  approaching  to  the  elder  guest. 
The  latent  goddess  in  these  words  address'd  : 
"  Whoe'er  thou  art,  whom  fortune  brings  to  keep 
These  rites  of  Neptune,  monr.rch  of  the  deep, 
Tliee  first  it  fits,  O  strangei*  :  to  prepare 
The  due  libation  and  the  solemn  prayer  : 
Tlien  give  thy  friend  to  slied  the  sacred  wine  : 
Thougli  much  tliy  younger,  and  his  years  like  mine, 
He  too,  I  deem,  implores  the  power  divine  : 
For  all  mankind  alike  require  their  grace. 
All  born  to  want  ;  a  miserable  race  ! " 

He  spake,  and  to  her  hand  preferr'd  the  bowl  t 
A  secret  pleasure  touch'd  Athena's  soul, 
To  aee  the  preference  due  to  sacred  age 
Regarded  ever  by  the  just  and  sage. 
Of  Ocean's  king  she  then  implores  the  grace. 
"0  thou  !  whose  arms  this  ample  globe  embrace, 
Fulfil  our  wish,  and  let  thy  glory  shine 
On  Nestor  first,  and  Nestor's  royal  line  ; 


*T£LfiMACHTJ8  AND   NESTO6.  6S 

Next  grant  the  Pylian  states  their  just  desires. 
Pleased  with  their  hecatomb's  ascending  fires  ; 
Last,  deign  Telemachus  and  me  to  bless, 
And  crown  our  voyage  with  desired  success." 

Thus  she  :  and  having  paid  the  rite  divine, 
Gave  to  Ulysses'  son  the  rosy  wine. 
Suppliant  he  pray'd.     And  now  the  victims  dress'd 
They  draw,  divide,  and  celebrate  the  feast. 
The  banquet  done,  the  narrative  old  man, 
Thus  mild,  the  pleasing  conference  began  : 

"  Now,  gentle  guests  !  the  genial  banquet  o'er,  ^ 

It  fits  to  ask  ye,  what  your  native  shore. 
And  whence  your  race  ?  on  what  adventure  say, 
Thus  far  you  wander  through  the  watery  way  ? 
Relate  if  business,  or  the  thirst  of  gain, 
Engage  your  journey  o'er  the  pathless  main  : 
Where  savage  pirates  seek  through  seas  unknown 
The  lives  of  others,  venturous  of  their  own." 

Urged  by  the  precepts  by  the  goddess  given. 
And  fiU'd  with  confidence  infused  from  Heaven, 
The  youth,  whom  Pallas  destined  to  be  wise 
And  famed  among  the  sons  of  men,  replies  : 
"  Inquir'st  thou,  father  !  from  what  coast  we  came? 
(Oh  grace  and  glory  of  the  Grecian  name  !) 
From  where  high  Ithaca  o'erlooks  the  floods, 
Brown  with  o'er-arching  shades  and  pendent  woods 
Us  to  these  shores  our  filial  duty  draws, 
A  private  sorrow,  not  a  public  cause. 
My  sire  I  seek,  where'er  the  voice  of  fame 
Has  told  the  glories  of  his  noble  name. 
The  great  Ulysses  ;  famed  from  shore  to  shore 
For  valour  much,  for  hardy  suffering  more. 
Long  time  with  thee  before  proud  Ilion's  wall 
In  arms  he  fought  :  with  thee  beheld  her  fall. 
Of  all  the  chiefs,  this  hero's  fate  alone 
Has  Jove  reserved,  unheard  of,  and  unknown  ; 
Whether  in  fields  by  hostile  fury  slain. 
Or  sunk  by  tempests  in  the  gulfy  main  ? 
Of  this  to  learn,  oppress'd  with  tender  fears, 
Lo,  at  thy  knee  his  suppliant  son  appears. 
If  or  thy  certain  eye,  or  curious  ear. 
Have  learnt  his  fate,  the  whole  dark  story  clear 
And,  oh  !  whate'er  Heaven  destined  to  betide. 
Let  neither  flattery  soothe,  nor  pity  hide. 
Prepared  I  stand  :  he  was  but  born  to  try  ^, 

The  lot  of  man  ;  to  suffer,  and  to  die. 
Oh  then,  if  ever  through  the  ten  years'  war 


5d  T&E  Oi)YSSEY  OP  HOMER. 

The  wise,  the  good  Ulysses  claim'd  thy  care ; 
If  e'er  he  join'd  thy  council,  or  thy  sword. 
True  in  his  deed,  and  constant  to  his  word  ; 
Far  as  thy  mind  through  backward  time  can  see 
Search  all  thy  stores  of  faithful  memory  : 
'Tis  sacred  truth  I  ask,  and  ask  of  thee." 

To  him  experienced  Nestor  thus  rejoin'd  : 
"  O  friend  !  what  sorrows  dost  thou  bring  to  mind  I 
Shall  I  the  long,  laborious  scene  review, 
And  open  all  the  wounds  of  Greece  anew  ? 
What  toils  by  sea  !  where  dark  in  quest  of  prey 
Dauntless  we  roved  ;  Achilles  led  the  way  : 
What  toils  by  land  !  where  mix'd  in  fatal  fight 
Such  numbers  fell,  such  heroes  sunk  to  night ; 
There  Ajax  great,  Achilles  there  the  brave. 
There  wise  Patroclus,  fill  an  early  grave  : 
There,  too,  my  son — ah,  once  my  best  delight 
Once  swift  of  foot,  and  terrible  in  fight  ; 
In  whom  stern  courage  with  soft  virtue  join'd 
A  faultless  body  and  a  blameless  mind  : 
Antilochus — What  more  can  I  relate  ? 
How  trace  the  tedious  series  of  our  fate  ? 
Not  added  years  on  years  my  task  could  close, 
TJie  long  historian  of  my  country's  woes  : 
Back  to  thy  native  islands  might'st  thou  sail, 
And  leave  half-heard  the  melancholy  tale. 
Nine  painful  years  on  that  detested  shore  ; 
What  stratagems  we  form'd,  what  toils  we  bore  \ 
Still  labouring  on,  till  scarce  at  last  we  found 
Great  Jove  propitious,  and  our  conquest  crown'd. 
Far  o'er  the  rest  thy  mighty  father  shined. 
In  wit,  in  prudence,  and  in  force  of  mind. 
Art  thou  the  son  of  that  illustrious  sire  ? 
With  joy  I  grasp  thee,  and  with  love  admire. 
So  like  your  voices,  and  your  words  so  wise. 
Who  finds  thee  younger  must  consult  his  eyes. 
Thy  sire  and  I  were  one  ;  nor  varied  aught 
In  public  sentence,  or  in  private  thought  ; 
Alike  to  council  or  the  assembly  came, 
With  equal  souls,  and  sentiments  the  same. 
But  when  (by  wisdom  won)  proud  Ilion  burn'd, 
And  in  their  ships  the  conquering  Greeks  retum'd, 
'Twas  God's  high  will  the  victors  to  divide. 
And  turn  the  event,  confounding  human  pride  : 
Some  he  destroy'd,  some  scatter'd  as  the  dust 
(Not  all  were  prudent,  and  not  all  were  just). 
Then  Discord,  se^t  by  Pallas  from  above, 


TBLEMACHUd   AND   NESTOR.  57 

Stem  daughter  of  the  great  avenger  Jove, 

The  brother-kings  inspired  veith  fell  debate ; 

Who  call'd  to  council  all  the  Achaian  state. 

But  call'd  untimely  (not  the  sacred  rite 

Observed,  nor  heedful  of  the  setting  light. 

Nor  herald  sworn  the  session  to  proclaim), 

Sour  with  debauch,  a  reeling  tribe  they  came. 

To  these  the  cause  of  meeting  they  explain. 

And  Menelaiis  moves  to  cross  the  main  ; 

Not  so  the  king  of  men  :  he  will'd  to  stay. 

The  sacred  rites  and  hecatombs  to  pay, 

And  calm  Minerva's  wrath.     Oh  blind  to  fate  1 

The  gods  not  lightly  change  their  love,  or  hate. 

With  ireful  taunts  each  other  they  oppose, 

Till  in  loud  tumult  all  the  Greeks  arose. 

Now  difEerent  counsels  every  breast  divide, 

Each  burns  with  rancour  to  the  adverse  side  : 

The  unquiet  night  strange  projects  entertain'd 

(So  Jove,  that  urged  us  to  our  fate,  ordain'd). 

We  with  the  rising  morn  our  ships  unmoor'd. 

And  brought  our  captives  and  our  stores  aboard  ; 

But  half  the  people  with  respect  obey'd 

The  king  of  men,  and  at  his  bidding  stay'd. 

Now  on  the  wings  of  winds  our  course  we  keep 

(For  God  had  smooth'd  the  waters  of  the  deep) ; 

For  Tenedos  we  spread  our  eager  oars. 

There  land,  and  pay  due  victims  to  the  poirers  : 

To  bless  our  safe  return,  we  join  in  prayer  ; 

But  angry  Jove  dispersed  our  vows  in  air. 

And  raised  new  discord.     Then  (so  Heaven  decreed) 

Ulysses  first  and  Nestor  disagreed  : 

Wise  as  he  was,  by  various  counsels  sway'd. 

He  there,  though  late,  to  please  the  monarch,  stay'd. 

But  I,  determined,  stem  the  foamy  floods, 

Warn'd  of  the  coming  fury  of  the  gods. 

With  us,  Tydides  fear'd,  and  urged  his  haste : 

And  Menelaiis  came,  but  came  the  last. 

He  join'd  our  vessels  in  the  Lesbian  bay, 

AiVhile  yet  we  doubted  of  our  watery  way  ; 

If  to  the  right  to  urge  the  pilot's  toil 

(The  safer  road),  beside  the  Psyrian  isle  ; 

Or  the  straight  course  to  rocky  Chios  plough. 

And  anchor  under  Mimas'  shaggy  brow? 

We  sought  direction  of  the  power  divine  : 

The  god  propitious  gave  the  guiding  sign  ; 

Through  the  mid  seas  he  bid  our  navy  steer, 

And  in  ESubcea  shun  the  woes  we  fear, 


58  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOJrER, 

The  whistling  winds  already  waked  the  sky ; 
Before  the  Avhistling  winds  the  vessels  fly, 
With  rapid  swiftness  cut  the  liquid  way. 
And  reach  Gerestus  at  the  point  of  day. 
There  hecatombs  of  bulls,  to  Neptune  slain, 
High-flaming  please  the  monarch  of  the  main. 
The  fourth  day  shone,  when  all  their  labours  o'er, 
Tydides'  vessels  touched  the  wish'd-for  shore. 
But  I  to  Pylos  scud  before  the  gales, 
The  god  still  breathing  on  my  swelling  sails  ; 
Separate  from  all,  I  safely  landed  here  ; 
Their  fates  or  fortunes  never  reach'd  my  ear. 
Yet  what  I  leam'd,  attend  ;  as  here  I  sat, 
And  ask'd  each  voyager  each  hero's  fate  ; 
Curious  to  know,  and  willing  to  relate. 

' '  Safe  reach'd  the  Myrmidons  their  native  land. 
Beneath  Achilles'  warlike  son's  command. 
Those,  whom  the  heir  of  great  Apollo's  art, 
Brave  Philoctetes,  taught  to  wing  the  dart  ; 
And  those  whom  Idomen  from  Ilion's  plain 
Had  led,  securely  cross'd  the  dreadful  main 
How  Agamemnon  touch'd  his  Argive  coast. 
And  how  his  life  by  fraud  and  force  he  lost. 
And  how  the  murderer  paid  his  forfeit  breath  ; 
What  lands  so  distant  from  that  scene  of  death 
But  trembling  heard  the  fame  ?  and  heard,  admire 
How  well  the  son  appeased  his  slaughter'd  sire  1 
Ev'n  to  the  unhappy,  that  unjustly  bleed, 
Heaven  gives  posterity,  to  avenge  the  deed. 
So  fell  ^gysthus  ;  and  may'st  thou,  my  friend, 
(On  whom  the  virtues  of  thy  sire  descend,) 
Make  future  times  thy  equal  act  adore. 
And  be  what  brave  Orestes  was  before  !  " 

The  prudent  youth  replied  :  "  O  thou  the  grace 
And  lasting  glory  of  the  Grecian  race  ! 
Just  was  the  vengeance,  and  to  latest  days 
Shall  long  posterity  resound  the  praise. 
Some  god  this  ann  with  equal  prowess  bless  ! 
And  the  proud  suitors  shall  its  force  confess  ; 
Injurious  men  !  who  while  my  soul  is  sore 
Of  fresh  affronts,  are  meditating  more. 
But  Heaven  denies  this  honour  to  my  hand. 
Nor  shall  my  father  repossess  the  land  : 
The  father's  fortune  never  to  return. 
And  the  sad  son's  to  sufEer  and  to  mourn  !  " 

Thus  he  :  and  Nestor  took  the  word  :  "  My  son, 
Js  it  then  true,  as  <iistant  rumours  rup, 


TELBMACHUe   AND   NESTOB.  6d  . 

That  crowds  of  rivals  for  thy  mother's  charms 

Thy  palace  fill  with  insults  and  alarms  ? 

Say,  is  the  fault,  through  tame  submission,  thine? 

Or  leagued  against  thee,  do  thy  people  join. 

Moved  by  some  oracle,  or  voice  divine  ? 

And  yet  who  knows,  but  ripening  lies  in  fate 

An  hour  of  vengeance  for  the  afflicted  state  ; 

When  great  Ulysses  shall  suppress  these  harms, 

Ulysses  singly,  or  all  Greece  in  arms. 

But  if  Athena,  war's  triumphant  maid, 

The  happy  son  wUl  as  the  father  aid, 

(Whose  fame  and  safety  was  her  constant  care 

In  every  danger  and  in  every  war  : 

Never  on  man  did  heavenly  favour  shine 

With  rays  so  strong,  distinguish'd,  and  divine. 

As  those  with  which  Minerva  mark'd  thy  sire) 

So  might  she  love  thee,  so  thy  soul  inspire  ! 

Soon  should  their  hopes  in  humble  dust  be  laid, 

And  long  oblivion  of  the  bridal  bed. " 

"  Ah  !  no  such  hope  (the  prince  with  sighs  replies) 
Can  touch  my  breast  ;  that  blessing  Heaven  denies. 
Ev'n  by  celestial  favour  were  it  given. 
Fortune  or  fate  would  cross  the  will  of  Heaven." 

"  What  words  are  these,  and  what  imprudence  thine? 
(Thus  interposed  the  martial  maid  divine) 
Forgetful  youth  !  but  know,  the  Power  above 
With  ease  can  save  each  object  of  his  love  ; 
Wide  as  his  will,  extends  his  boundless  grace ; 
Nor  lost  in  time  nor  circumscribed  by  place. 
Happier  his  lot,  who,  many  sorrows  pass'd. 
Long  labouring  gains  his  natal  shore  at  last; 
Than  who,  too  speedy,  hastes  to  end  his  life 
By  some  stern  ruffian,  or  adulterous  wife. 
Death  only  is  the  lot  which  none  can  miss, 
And  all  is  possible  to  Heaven  but  this. 
The  best,  the  dearest  favourite  of  the  sky, 
Must  taste  that  cup,  for  man  is  born  to  die." 

Thus  check'd,  replied  Ulysses'  prudent  heir  : 
' '  Mentor,  no  more — the  mournful  thought  forbear  ; 
For  he  no  more  must  draw  his  country's  breath, 
Already  snatch'd  by  fate,  and  the  black  doom  of  death  ! 
Pass  we  to  other  subjects  ;  and  engage 
On  themes  remote  the  venerable  sage 
(Who  thrice  has  seen  the  perishable  kind 
Of  men  decay,  and  through  three  ages  shined 
Like  gods  majestic,  and  like  gods  in  mind)  ; 
For  much  ]je  knows,  and  just  conclusions  draws. 


6fr  TUE    ODYSSEY   OF    HOMER. 

From  various  precedents,  and  various  laws. 

O  son  of  Neleus  !  awful  Nestor,  tell 

How  lie,  the  mighty  Agamemnon,  fell  ; 

By  what  strange  fraud  ^Egysthus  wrought,  relate 

(By  force  he  could  not)  such  a  hero's  fate  ? 

Lived  Menelaiis  not  in  Greece?  or  where 

Was  then  the  martial  brother's  pious  care? 

Condemn'd  perhaps  some  foreign  shore  to  tread  ; 

Or  sure  ^gysthus  bad  not  dared  the  deed." 

To  whom  the  full  of  days  :  Illustrious  youth. 
Attend  (though  partly  thou  hast  guess'd)  the  truth. 
For  bad  the  martial  Menelaiis  found 
The  ruffian  breathing  yet  on  Argive  ground  ; 
Nor  earth  had  hid  his  carcase  from  tlie  skies, 
Nor  Grecian  virgins  shriek'd  his  obsequies, 
But  fowls  obscene  dismember'd  his  remains, 
And  dogs  had  torn  him  on  the  naked  plains. 
While  us  the  works  of  bloody  Mars  employ'd. 
The  wanton  youth  inglorious  peace  enjoy'd  : 
He  stretch'd  at  ease  in  Argos'  calm  recess 
(Whose  stately  steeds  luxuriant  pastures  bless). 
With  flattery's  insinuating  art 
Soothed  the  frail  queen,  and  poison'd  all  her  heart 
At  first,  with  worthy  shame  and  decent  pride. 
The  royal  dame  his  lawless  suit  denied. 
For  virtue's  image  yet  possess'd  her  mind, 
Taught  by  a  master  of  the  tuneful  kind  : 
Atrides,  parting  for  the  Trojan  war, 
Ck)nsign'd  the  youthful  consort  to  his  care. 
True  to  his  charge,  the  bard  preserved  her  long 
In  honour's  limits  ;  such  the  power  of  song. 
But  when  the  gods  these  objects  of  their  hate 
Dragg'd  to  destruction  by  the  links  of  fate  ; 
The  bard  they  banish  d  from  his  native  soil, 
And  left  all  helpless  in  a  desert  isle  : 
There  he,  the  sweetest  of  the  sacred  train. 
Sung  dying  to  the  rocks,  but  sung  in  vain. 
Then  virtue  was  no  more  ;  her  guard  away. 
She  fell,  to  lust  a  voluntary  prey. 
Even  to  the  temple  stalk'd  the  adulterous  spouse. 
With  impious  thanks,  and  mockery  of  vows. 
With  images,  with  garments,  and  with  gold  ; 
And  odorous  fumes  from  loaded  altars  roll'd. 

*'  Meantime  from  flaming  Troy  we  cut  the  way 
With  Menelaiis,  through  the  curling  sea. 
But  when  to  Sunium'a  sacred  point  we  came, 
Crown'd  with  the  temple  of  the  Athenian  dame  ; 


TELEMACHtrS  AHD  KESTOB.  01 

Atride's  pilot,  Phrontes,  there  expired 

(Phrontes,  of  all  the  sons  of  men  admired 

To  steer  the  bounding  bark  witli  steady  toil, 

When  the  storm  thickens,  and  the  billows  boil)  ; 

While  yet  he  exercised  the  steerman's  art, 

Apollo  touch'd  him  with  his  genth-  dart  ; 

Even  with  the  rudder  in  his  hand,  he  fell. 

To  pay  whose  honours  to  the  shades  of  hell. 

We  check'd  our  haste,  by  pious  office  bound, 

Aud  laid  our  old  companion  in  the  ground. 

And  now  the  rites  discharged,  our  course  we  keep 

Far  on  the  gloomy  bosom  of  the  deep  : 

Soon  as  Malae's  misty  tops  arise, 

Sudden  the  Thunderer  blackens  all  the  skies, 

And  the  winds  whistle,  and  the  surges  roll 

Mountains  on  mountains,  and  obscure  the  pole. 

The  tempest  scatters,  and  divides  our  fleet  ; 

Part,  the  storm  urges  on  the  coast  of  Crete, 

Where  winding  round  the  rich  Cydonian  plain. 

The  streams  of  Jardan  issue  to  the  main. 

There  stands  a  rock,  high,  eminent  and  steep, 

Whose  shaggy  brow  o'erhangs  the  shady  deep. 

And  views  Gortyna  on  the  western  side  ; 

On  this  rough  Auster  drove  the  impetuous  tide  : 

With  broken  force  the  billows  roll'd  away. 

And  heaved  the  fleet  into  the  neighb'ring  bay. 

Thus  saved  from  death,  they  gain'd  the  Phsestan  shores, 

With  shatter'd  vessels  and  disabled  oars  : 

But  five  tall  barks  the  winds  and  water  toss'd, 

Far  from  their  fellows,  on  the  Egyptian  coast. 

There  wander'd  MenelaUs  through  foreign  shores 

Amassing  gold,  and  gathering  naval  stores  ; 

While  cursed  ^gysthus  the  detested  deed 

By  fraud  fulfilled,  and  his  great  brother  bled. 

Seven  years,  the  traitor  rich  Mycenae  sway'd. 

And  his  stern  rule  the  groaning  land  obey'd  ; 

The  eighth,  from  Athens  to  his  realm  restored, 

Orestes  brandish'd  the  avenging  sword. 

Slew  the  dire  pair,  and  gave  tu  funeral  flame 

The  vile  assassin  and  adulterous  dame. 

That  day,  ere  yet  the  bloody  triumphs  cease, 

Beturn'd  Atrides  to  the  coast  of  Greece, 

And  safe  to  Argos  port  his  navy  brought, 

With  gifts  of  price  and  ponderous  treasure  fraught 

Hence  wam'd,  my  son,  beware  !  nor  idly  stand 

Too  long  a  stranger  to  thy  native  land  ; 

L««t  h«edles8  absence  wear  thy  wealth  away. 


WB  IFHE   ODYSSEY   OF  HOMSB. 

While  lawless  feasters  in  thy  palace  sway  ;     -  ,-  ■'B  t 

Perhaps  may  seize  thy  realm,  and  share  the  spoil ; 

And  thou  return,  witli  disappointed  toil, 

From  thy  vain  journey,  to  a  rifled  isle. 

However,  my  friend,  indulge  one  labour  more. 

And  seek  Atrides  on  the  Spartan  shore. 

He,  wandering  long  a  wider  circle  made. 

And  many-languaged  nations  has  survey'd  ; 

And  measured  tracks  unknown  to  other  ships. 

Amid  the  monstrous  wonders  of  the  deeps, 

(A  length  of  ocean  and  unbounded  sky. 

Which  scarce  the  sea-fowl  in  a  year  o'erfly)  : 

Go  then  ;  to  Sparta  take  the  watery  way, 

Thy  ship  and  sailors  but  for  orders  stay  ; 

Or,  if  my  land  thou  choose  thy  course  to  bend, 

My  steeds,  my  chariots,  and  my  sons,  attend  : 

Thee  to  Atrides  they  shall  safe  convey. 

Guides  of  thy  road,  companions  of  thy  way. 

Urge  him  with  truth  to  frame  his  wise  replies. 

And  sure  he  will  ;  for  Menelaiis  is  wise." 

Thus  while  he  speaks  the  ruddy  sun  descends, 

And  twilight  grey  her  evening  shade  extends. 

Then  thus  the  blue-eyed  maid  :  "  O  full  of  days  ! 

Wise  are  thy  words,  and  just  are  all  thy  ways. 

Now  immolate  the  tongues,  and  mix  the  wine, 

Sacred  to  Neptune  and  the  powers  divine. 

The  lamp  of  day  is  quench'd  beneath  the  deep. 

And  soft  approach  the  balmy  hours  of  sleep  : 

Nor  fits  it  to  prolong  the  heavenly  feast. 

Timeless,  indecent,  but  retire  to  rest." 

So  spake  Jove's  daughter,  the  celestial  maid, 
The  sober  train  attended  and  obey'd. 
The  sacred  heralds  on  their  hands  around 
Pour'd  the  full  urns  ;  the  youths  the  goblets  crown'd  ; 
From  bowl  to  bowl  the  homely  beverage  flows  ; 
While  to  the  final  sacrifice  they  rose. 
The  tongues  they  cast  upon  the  fragrant  flamfe. 
And  pour,  above,  the  consecrated  stream. 
And  now,  their  thirst  by  copious  draughts  allay'd. 
The  youthful  hero  and  the  Athenian  maid 
Propose  departure  from  the  finish'd  rite. 
And  in  their  hollow  bark  to  pass  the  night  : 
But  this  the  hospitable  sage  denied, 
"  Forbid  it,  Jove  !    and  all  the  gods  !   (he  cried), 
Thus  from  my  walls  the  much -loved  son  to  send 
Of  such  a  hero,  and  of  such  a  friend  ! 
Me,  as  soma  needy  peasant,  would  ye  leave. 


TELEMACHITS  AND   NESTOR. 

Whom  Heaven  denies  the  blessing  to  relieve  ? 

Me  would  ye  leave,  who  boast  imperial  sway, 

When  beds  of  royal  state  invite  your  stay  ? 

No — long  as  life  this  mortal  shall  inspire. 

Or  as  my  children  imitate  their  sire. 

Here  shall  the  wandering  stranger  find  his  home. 

And  hospitable  rites  adorn  the  dome. " 

"Well  hast  thou  spoke  (the  blue-eyed  maid  replies), 
Beloved  old  man  !   benevolent  as  wise. 
Be  the  kind  dictates  of  thy  heart  obey'd, 
And  let  thy  words  Telemachus  persuade  : 
He  to  thy  palace  shall  thy  steps  pursue  ; 
I  to  the  ship,  to  give  the  orders  due. 
Prescribe  directions  and  confirm  the  crew. 
For  I  alone  sustain  their  naval  cares, 
Who  boast  experience  from  these  silver  hairs  ; 
All  youths  the  rest,  whom  to  this  journey  move 
Like  years,  like  tempers,  and  their  prince's  love 
There  in  the  vessel  shall  I  pass  the  night  ; 
And,  soon  as  morning  paints  the  fields  of  light, 
I  go  to  challenge  from  the  Caucons  bold 
A  debt,  contracted  in  the  days  of  old. 
But  this,  thy  guest,  received  with  friendly  care 
Let  thy  strong  coursers  swift  to  Sparta  bear  ; 
Prepare  thy  chariot  at  the  dawn  of  day. 
And  be  thy  son  companion  of  his  way." 

Then,  turning  with  the  word,  Minerva  flies. 
And  soars  an  eagle  through  the  liquid  skies. 
Vision  divine  !  the  throng'd  spectators  gaze 
In  holy  wonder  fix'd,  and  still  amaze. 
But  chief  the  reverend  sage  admired  ;  he  took 
The  hand  of  young  Telemachus,  and  spoke  : 
"Oh,  happy  youth  !  and  favoured  of  the  skies,. 
Distinguished  care  of  guardian  deities  ! 
Whose  early  years  for  future  worth  engage. 
No  vulgar  manhood,  no  ignoble  age. 
For  lo  !   none  other  of  the  court  above 
Than  she,  the  daughter  of  almighty  Jove, 
Pallas  herself,  the  war-triumphant  maid  ; 
Confess'd  is  thine,  as  once  thy  father's  aid. 
So  guide  me,  goddess  !   so  propitious  shine 
On  me,  my  consort,  and  my  royal  line  ! 
A  yearling  bullock  to  thy  name  shall  smoke, 
Untamed,  unconscious  of  the  galling  yoke. 
With  ample  forehead,  and  yet  tender  horns. 
Whose  budding  honours  ductile  gold  adorns. " 

Submissive  thus  the  hoary  sire  preferr'd 


64  THE   ODTSSET   OP   HOMER. 

His  holy  vow  :  the  favouring  goddess  heard. 
Then,  slowly  rising,  o'er  the  sandy  space 
Precedes  the  father,  foUow'd  by  his  race, 
(A  long  procession)  timely  marching  home 
In  comely  order  to  the  regal  dome. 
There  when  arrived,  on  thrones  around  him  placed. 
His  sons  and  grandsons  the  wide  circle  graced. 
To  these  the  hospitable  sage,  in  sign 
Of  social  welcome,  mix'd  the  racy  wine 
(Late  from  the  mellowing  cask  restored  to  light. 
By  ten  long  years  refined,  and  rosy  bright). 
To  Pallas  high  the  foaming  bowl  he  crown'd. 
And  sprinkled  large  libations  on  the  ground. 
Each  drinks  a  full  oblivion  of  bis  cares. 
And  to  the  gifts  of  balmy  sleep  repairs. 
Deep  in  a  rich  alcove  the  prince  was  laid, 
And  slept  beneath  the  pompous  colonnade  : 
Fast  by  his  side  Pisistratus  was  spread 
(In  age  his  equal)  on  a  splendid  bed  : 
But  in  an  inner  court,  securely  closed. 
The  reverend  Nestor  and  his  queen  reposed. 
When  now  Aurora,  daughter  of  the  dawn, 
With  rosy  lustre  purpled  o'er  the  lawn, 
The  old  man  early  rose,  walk'd  forth,  and  sat« 
On  polish'd  stone  before  his  palace  gate  : 
With  unguents  smooth  the  lucid  marble  shone. 
Where  ancient  Neleus  sate,  a  rustic  throne  ; 
But  he  descending  to  the  infernal  shade. 
Sage  Nestor  fill'd  it,  and  the  sceptre  sway'd. 
His  sons  around  him  mild  obeisance  pay. 
And  duteous  take  the  orders  of  the  day. 
First  Echephron  and  Stratius  quit  their  bed  : 
Then  Perseus,  Aretus,  and  Thrasymed  ; 
The  last  Pisistratus  arose  from  re«t  : 
They  came,  and  near  him  placed  the  stranger-guest. 
To  these  the  senior  thus  declared  his  will  : 
"  My  sons  !  the  dictates  of  your  sire  fulfil. 
To  Pallas,  first  of  gods,  prepare  the  feast. 
Who  graced  our  rites,  a  more  than  mortal  guest 
Let  one,  despatchful,  bid  some  swain  to  lead 
A  well-fed  bullock  from  the  grassy  mead  ; 
One  seek  the  harbour  where  the  vessels  moor. 
And  bring  thy  friends,  Telemachus  !  ashore 
(Leave  only  two  the  galley  to  attend) ; 
Another  to  Laerceus  must  we  send, 
Artist  divine,  whose  skilful  hands  infold 
The  victim's  hQnx  with  circumf  usile  gold. 


TELEMACHUS   AND  NESTOR.  G5 

The  rest  may  here  the  pious  duty  share. 
And  bid  the  handmnids  for  the  feast  prepare, 
The  seats  to  range,  the  fragrant  wood  to  bring, 
And  limpid  waters  from  the  living  spring." 
He  said,  and  busy  each  his  care  bestow'd  ; 
Already  at  the  gates  the  bullock  low'd, 
Already  came  the  Ithacensian  crew, 
The  dexterous  smith  the  tools  already  drew  : 
His  ponderous  hammer  and  his  anvil' sound, 
And  the  strong  tongs  to  turn  the  metal  round. 
Nor  was  Minerva  absent  from  the  rite, 
She  view'd  her  honours,  and  enjoyed  the  sight. 
With  reverend  hand  the  king  presents  the  gold", 
Which  round  the  intorted  horns  the  gilder "roll'd, 
So  wrought,  as  Pallas  might  with  pride  behold.  ' 
Young  Aretus  from  forth  his  bridal  bower 
Brought  the  full  laver,  o'er  their  hands  to  pour. 
And  canisters  of  consecrated  flour. 
Stratius  and  Echephron  the  victim  led  ; 
The  axe  was  held  by  warlike  Thrasymed, 
In  act  to  strike  :  before  him  Perseus  stood. 
The  vase  extending  to  receive  the  blood. 

The  king  himself  initiates  to  the  power  ; 

Scatters  with  quivering  hand  the  sacred 'flour, 

And  the  stream  sprinkles  ;  from  the  curling  brows 

The  hair  collected  in  the  fire  he  throws. 

Soon  as  due  vows  on  every  part  were  paid. 

And  sacred  wheat  upon  the  victim  laid, 

Strong  Thrasymed  discharged  the  speeding  blow 

Full  on  his  neck,  and  cut  the  nerves  in  two. 

Down  sunk  the  heavy  beast  :  the  females  round 

Maids,  wives,  and  matrons,  mix  a  shrilling  sound. 

Nor  scorned  the  queen  the  holy  choir  to  join 

(Tlie  first  born  she,  of  old  Clymenus'  line  : 

In  youth  by  Nestor  loved,  of  spotless  fame, 

And  loved  in  age,  Eurydice  her  name). 

From  earth  they  rear  him,  struggling  now  with  death  ; 

And  Nestor's  youngest  stops  the  vents  of  breath. 

The  soul  for  ever  flies  :  on  all  sides  round 

Streams  the  black  blood,  and  smokes  upon  the  ground. 

Tlie  beast  they  then  divide,  and  disunite 

The  ribs  and  limbs,  observant  of  the  rite  : 

On  these,  in  double  cauls  involved  with  art. 

The  choicest  morsels  lay  from  every  part. 

The  sacred  sage  before  his  altar  stands. 

Turns  the  burnt-offering  with  his  holy  hands. 

And  pours  the  wine,  and  bids  the  flames  aspire  ; 


66  THE   ODTSSET   OF  HOMER. 

The  youth  with  instruments  surround  the  fire. 
The  thighs  now  sacrificed,  and  entrails  dress'd. 
The  assistants  part,  transfix,  and  broil  the  rest 
While  these  officious  tend  the  rites  divine. 
The  last  fair  branch  of  the  Nestorean  line. 
Sweet  Polycaste,  took  the  pleasing  toil 
To  bathe  the  prince,  and  pour  the  fragrant  oil. 
O'er  his  fair  limbs  a  flowery  vest  he  threw. 
And  issued,  like  a  god,  to  mortal  view. 
His  former  seat  beside  the  king  he  found 
(His  people's  father  with  his  peers  around) ; 
All  placed  at  ease  the  holy  banquet  join, 
And  in  the  dazzling  goblet  laughs  the  wine. 

The  rage  of  thirst  and  hunger  now  suppress'd. 
The  monarch  turns  him  to  his  royal  guest  ; 
And  for  the  promised  journey  bids  prepare 
Tke  smooth-hair'd  horses,  and  the  rapid  car. 
Observant  of  his  word,  the  word  scarce  spoke^ 
The  sons  obey,  and  join  them  to  the  yoke. 
Then  bread  and  wine  a  ready  handmaid  brings, 
And  presents,  such  as  suit  the  state  of  kings. 
The  glittering  seat  Telemachus  ascends  ; 
His  faithful  guide  Pisistratus  attends  ; 
With  hasty  hand  the  ruling  reins  he  drew  : 
He  lash'd  the  coursers,  and  the  coursers  flevr. 
Beneath  the  bounding  yoke  alike  they  held 
Their  equal  pace,  and  smoked  along  the  field. 
The  towers  of  Pylos  sink,  its  views  decay. 
Fields  after  fields  fly  back,  till  close  of  day  ; 
Then  sunk  the  sun,  and  darken'd  all  the  way. 

To  Pherae  now,  Diocleus'  stately  seat 
(Of  Alpheus'  race),  the  weary  youths  retreat. 
His  house  affords  the  hospitable  rite. 
And  pleased  they  sleep  (the  blessing  of  the  night). 
But  when  Aurora,  daughter  of   the  dawn. 
With  rosy  lustre  purpled  o'er  the  lawn, 
Again  they  mount,  their  journey  to  renew. 
And  from  the  sounding  portico  they  flew. 
Along  the  waving  fields  their  way  they  hold 
The  fields  receding  as  their  chariot  roll'd  : 
Then  slowly  sunk  the  ruddy  globe  of  light, 
And  o'er  the  shaded  landscape  rush'd  the  night. 


BOOK  IV. 

ARGUMENT. 

THE  CONTBRKNCE  WITH  MeNELATTS. 

Telemachus  with  Pisistratns  arrivine  at  Sparta,  is  hospitably  received 
by  Menelaus,  to  whom  he  relates  the  cause  of  his  coming,  and  learns 
from  him  many  particulars  of  what  bef  '11  the  Greeks  since  the  de- 
straction  of  Troy.  He  dwells  more  at  large  upon  the  prophecies  of 
Proteus  to  him  in  his  return  ;  from  which  he  acquaints  Telemachus, 
that  Ulysses  is  detained  in  the  island  of  Calypso. 

In  the  meantime  the  suitors  consult  to  destroy  Telemachus  in  his 
voyage  home.  Penelope  is  apprised  of  this  ;  but  comforted  in  a  dieam 
by  Pallas,  in  the  shape  of  her  sister  Iphthima. 

And  now  proud  Sparta  with  tlieir  wheels  resounds, 
Sparta  whose  walls  a  range  of  hills  surrounds  : 
At  the  fair  dome  the  rapid  labour  ends  ; 
Where  sate  Atrides  'midst  his  bridal  friends, 
With  double  vows  invoking  Hymen's  power, 
To  bless  his  son's  and  daughter's  nuptial  hour. 

That  day,  to  great  Achilles'  son  resign'd, 
Hermiohe,  the  fairest  of  her  kind. 
Was  sent  to  crown  the  long-protracted  joy, 
Espoused  before  the  final  doom  of  Troy  : 
With  steeds  and  gilded  cars,  a  gorgeous  train 
Attend  the  nymphs  to  Phthia's  distant  reign. 
Meanwhile  at  home,  to  Megapenthe's  bed 
The  virgin-choir  Alector's  daughter  led. 
Brave  Megapenthes  from  a  stolen  amour 
To  great  Atrides'  age  his  handmaid  bore  : 
To  Helen's  bed  the  gods  alone  assign 
Hermlone,  to  extend  the  regal  line  ; 
On  whom  a  radiant  pomp  of  Graces  wait, 
Resembling  Venus  in  attractive  state. 

While  this  gay  friendly  troop  the  king  surround. 
With  festival  and  mirth  the  roofs  resound  : 
A  bard  amid  the  joyous  circle  sings 
High  airs  attemper'd  to  the  vocal  strings  ; 
Whilst  warbling  to  the  varied  strain,  advance 
Two  sprightly  youths  to  form  the  bounding  dance, 
'Twas  then,  that,  issuing  through  the  palace  gate. 
The  splendid  car  roll'd  slow  in  regal  state  : 
C67  3 


68  THE   ODYSSET   OF  HOMEE. 

On  the  bright  eminence  young  Nestor  shone,  ' 
And  fast  beside  him  great  Ulysses'  son  ; 
Grave  Eteoneous  saw  the  pomp  appear, 
And  speeding,  thus  address'd  the  royal  ear  : 

"  Two  youths  approach,  whose  semblant  features  proTe 
Their  blood  devolving  from  the  source  of  Jove. 
Is  due  reception  deign'd,  or  must  they  bend 
Their  doubtful  course  to  seek  a  distant  friend  ?  " 

"Insensate  !  (with  a  sigh  the  king  replies,) 
Too  long,  misjudging:,  have  I  thought  thee  wise 
But  sure  relentless  folly  steals  thy  breast, 
Obdurate  to  reject  the  stranger-guest ; 
To  those  dear  hospitable  rites  a  foe, 
Which  in  my  wanderings  oft  relieved  my  woe  ; 
Fed  by  the  bounty  of  another's  board, 
Till  pitying  Jove  my  native  realm  restored — 
Straight  be  the  coursers  from  the  car  released. 
Conduct  the  youths  to  grace  the  genial  feast." 

The  seneschal,  rebuked,  in  haste  withdrew  ; 
With  equal  haste  a  menial  train  pursue  : 
Part  led  the  coursers,  from  the  car  enlarged, 
Each  to  a  crib  with  choicest  grain  surcharged  ; 
Part  in  a  portico,  profusely  graced 
W^ith  rich  magnificence,  the  chariot  placed  : 
Then  to  the  dome  the  friendly  pair  invite, 
Who  eye  the  dazzling  roofs  with  vast  delight; 
Resplendent  as  the  blaze  of  summer  noon. 
Or  the  pale  radiance  of  the  midnight  moon. 
From  room  to  room  their  eager  view  they  bend 
Thence  to  the  bath,  a  b  auteouspile,  descend; 
Where  a  bright  damsel  train  attends  the  guests 
With  liquid  odours,  and  embroider'd  vests. 
Eef  resh'd,  they  wait  them  to  the  bower  of  state, 
W'here,  circled  with  his  peers,  Atrides  sate  ; 
Throned  next  the  king,  a  fair  attendant  brings 
The  purest  product  of  the  crystal  springs  ; 
High  on  a  massy  vase  of  silver  mould, 
The  burnish'd  laver  flames  with  solid  gold  , 
In  solid  gold  the  purple  vintage  flows, 
And  on  the  board  a  second  banquet  rose. 
When  thus  the  king,  with  hospitable  port  ; 
"  Accept  this  welcome  to  the  Spartan  court  : 
The  waste  of  nature  let  the  feast  repair. 
Then  your  high  lineage  and  your  names  declare  ; 
Say  from  what  sceptred  ancestry  ye  claim. 
Recorded  eminent  in  deathless  fame,  * 

For  vulgar  parents  cannot  stamp  their  race 


CONFEREKCBl  With  menelaDs.  60 

With  signatures  of  such  majestic  grace." 

Ceasing,  benevolent  he  straight  assigns 
The  royal  portion  of  the  choicest  chines 
To  each  accepted  friend  :  with  grateful  haste 
They  share  the  honours  of  the  ricli  repast. 
Sufficed,  soft  whispering  thus  to  Nestor's  son. 
His  head  reclined,  young  Ithacus  begun: 

"View'st  thou  unmoved,  O  everhonour'd  most  I 
These  prodigies  of  art,  and  woudious  cost  ! 
Above,  beneath,  around  the  palace  shines 
The  sunless  treasure  of  exhausted  mines  : 
The  spoils  of  elephants  the  roofs  inlay, 
And  studded  amber  darts  the  golden  ray  : 
Such,  and  not  nobler,  in  the  realms  above 
My  wonder  dictates  is  the  dome  of  Jove." 

The  monarch  took  the  word,  and  grave  replied  : 
"  Presumptuous  are  the  vaunts,  and  vain  the  pride 
Of  man,  who  dares  in  pomp  with  Jove  contest. 
Unchanged,  immortal,  and  supremely  blest  ! 
With  all  my  affluence,  when  my  woes  are  weigh'd, 
Envy  will  own  the  purchase  dearly  paid. 
For  eight  slow-circling  years,  by  tempests  toss'd, 
From  Cypress  to  the  far  Phoenician  coast 
(Sidon  the  capital),  I  stretch'd  my  toil 
Through  regions  fatten'd  with  the  flows  of  Nile. 
Next  -Ethiopia's  utmost  bound  explore, 
And  the  parch'd  borders  of  the  Arabian  shore  : 
Then  warp  my  voyage  on  the  southern  gales. 
O'er  the  warm  Lybian  wave  to  spread  my  sails  : 
That  happy  clime,  where  each  revolving  year 
The  teeming  ewes  a  triple  offspring  bear  ; 
And  two  fair  crescents  of  translucent  horn 
The  brows  of  all  their  young  increase  adorn  : 
The  shepherd  swains,  with  sure  abundance  blest, 
On  the  fat  flock  and  rural  dainties  feast  ; 
Nor  want  of  herbage  makes  the  dairy  fail. 
But  every  season  fills  the  foaming  pail. 
Whilst,  heaping  unwash'd  wealth,  I  distant  roam. 
The  best  of  brothers,  at  his  natal  home. 
By  the  dire  fury  of  a  traitress  wife, 
Ends  the  sad  evening  of  a  stormy  life  : 
Whence,  with  incessant  grief  my  soul  annoy'd, 
These  riches  are  possess'd,  but  not  enjoy'd  ! 
My  wars,  the  copious  theme  of  every  tongue, 
To  you  your  fathers  have  recorded  long  : 
How  favouring  Heaven  repaid  my  glorious  toils 
With  a  sack'd  palace,  and  barbaric  spoils. 


7Q  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Oh !  had  the  gods  so  large  a  boon  denied, 
And  life,  the  just  equivalent  supplied 
To  those  brave  warriors,  who,  with  glory  fired. 
Far  from  their  country,  in  my  cause  expired  ! 
Still  in  short  intervals  of  pleasing  woe, 
Regardful  of  the  friendly  dues  I  owe, 
I  to  the  glorious  dead,  for  ever  dear  1 
Indulge  the  tribute  of  a  grateful  tear. 
But  oh  !  Ulysses — deeper   than  the  rest 
That  sad  idea  wounds  my  anxious  breast  ! 
My  heart  bleeds  fresh  with  agonizing  pain  ; 
The  bowl  and  tasteful  viands  tempt  in  vain  ; 
Nor  sleep's  soft  power  can  close  my  streaming  eyes. 
When  imaged  to  my  soul  his  sorrows  rise. 
No  peril  in  my  cause  he  ceased  to  prove, 
His  labours  equall'd  only  by  my  love  : 
And  both  alike  to  bitter  fortune  born. 
For  him  to  suffer,  and  for  me  to  mourn  ! 
Whether  he  wanders  on  some  friendly  coast, 
Or  glides  in  Stygian  gloom  a  pensive  ghost, 
No  fame  reveals  ;  but,  doubtful  of  his  doom. 
His  good  old  sire  with  sorrow  to  the  tomb 
Declines  his  trembling  steps  ;  untimely  care 
Withers  the  blooming  vigour  of  his  heir  ; 
And  the  chaste  partner  of  his  bed  and  throne 
Wastes  all  her  widow'd  hours  in  tender  moan. 
While  thus  pathetic  to  the  prince  he  spoke, 
From  the  brave  youth  the  streaming  passion  broke  ; 
Studious  to  veil  the  grief,  in  vain  repress'd. 
His  face  he  shrouded  with  his  purple  vest. 
The  conscious  monarch  pierced  the  coy  disguise. 
And  view'd  his  filial  love,with  vast  surprise  : 
Dubious  to  press  the  tender  theme,  or  wait 
To  hear  the  youth  inquire  his  father's  fate. 
In  this  suspense  bright  Helen  graced  the  room  ; 
Before  lier  breathed  a  gale  of  rich  perfume. 
So  moves,  adorn'd  with  each  attractive  grace. 
The  silver  shafted  goddess  of  the  chase  ! 
The  seat  of  majesty  Adraste  brings, 
With  art  illustrious,  for  the  pomp  of  kings  ; 
To  spread  the  pall  (beneath  the  regal  chair) 
Of  sofest  wool,  is  bright  Alcippe's  care. 
A  silver  canister,  divinely  wrought, 
In  her  soft  hands  the  beauteous  Phylo  brought ; 
To  Sparta's  queen  of  old  the  radiant  vase 
Alcandra  gave,  a  pledge  of  royal  grace  : 
For  Polybus  her  lord  (whose  sovereign  sway 


CONFERENCE   WITH  MENELAUS.  71 

The  wealthy  tribes  of  Pharian  Thebes  obey), 

When  to  that  court  Atrides  came,  caress'd 

With  vast  munificence  the  imperial  guest : 

Two  lavers  from  the  richest  ore  refined, 

With  silver  tripods,  the  kind  host  assign'd  ; 

And  bounteous  from  the  royal  treasure  told 

Ten  equal  talents  of  refulgent  gold. 

Alcandra,  consort  of  his  high  command, 

A  golden  distaff  gave  to  Helen's  hand  ; 

And  that  rich  vase,  with  living  sculpture  wrought, 

Which  heap'd  with  wool  the  beauteous  Phylo  brought 

The  silken  fleece,  impurpled  for  the  loom, 

Rivall'd  the  hyacinth  in  vernal  bloom. 

The  sovereign  seat  then  Jove-born  Helen  press'd. 

And  pleasing  thus  her  sceptred  lord  address'd  : 

"  Who  grace  our  palace  now,  that  friendly  pair. 
Speak  they  their  lineage,  or  their  names  declare  ? 
Uncertain  of  the  truth,  yet  uncontroll'd. 
Hear  me  the  bodings  of  my  breast  unfold. 
With  wonder  wrapp'd,  on  yonder  check  I  trace 
The  feature  of  the  Ulyssean  race  : 
Diffused  o'er  each  resembling  line  appear. 
In  just  similitude,  the  grace  and  air 
Of  young  Telemachus  !  the  lovely  boy. 
Who  bless'd  Ulysses  with  a  father's  joy. 
What  time  the  Greeks  combined  their  social  arms, 
To  avenge  the  stain  of  my  ill-fated  charms  !  " 

"  Just  is  thy  thought,  (the  king  assenting  cries,) 
Methinks  Ulysses  strikes  my  wondering  eyes  : 
Full  shines  the  father  in  the  filial  frame. 
His  port,  his  features,  and  his  shape  the'same  : 
Such  quick  regards  his  sparkling  eyes  bestow ; 
Such  wavy  ringlets  o'er  his  shoulders  flow 
And  when  he  heard  the  long  disastrous  store 
Of  cares,  which  in  my  cause  Ulysses  bore  ; 
Dismay'd,  heart-wounded  with  paternal  woes. 
Above  restraint  the  tide  of  sorrow  rose  : 
Cautious  to  let  the  gushing  grief  appear. 
His  purple  garment  veil'd  the  falling  tear." 

"  See  there  confess'd  (Pisistratus  replies) 
The  genuine  worth  of  Ithacus  the  wise  ! 
Of  that  heroic  sire  the  youth  is  sprung, 
But  modost  awe  hath  chain'd  his  timorous  tongue. 
Thy  voice,  O  king  !  with  pleased  attention  heard, 
Is  like  the  dictates  of  a  god  revered. 
With  him,  at  Nestor's  high  command,  I  came, 
Whose  age  I  honour  with  a  parent's  name. 


72  THE  ODT6SET  OF   HOMEB. 

By  adverse  destiny  constrained  to  sue 
For  counsel  and  redress,  he  sues  to  you. 
Whatever  ill  the  friendless  orphan  bears. 
Bereaved  of  parents  in  his  infant  years, 
Still  must  the  wrong'd  Telemachus  sustain. 
If,  hopeful  of  your  aid,  he  hopes  in  vain  : 
Affianced  in  your  friendly  power  alone. 
The  youth  would  vindicate  the  vacant  throne." 

"Is  Sparta  blest,  and  these  desiring  eyes 
View  my  friend's  son  ?     (the  king  exulting  cries  ;) 
Son  of  my  friend,  by  glorious  toils  approved, 
Whose  sword  was  sacred  to  the  man  he  loved : 
Mirror  of  constant  faith,  revered  and  mourn'd — 
When  Troy  was  ruin'd,  had  the  chief  return'd. 
No  Greek  an  equal  space  had  ere  possess'd, 
Of  dear  affection,  in  my  grateful  breast. 
I,  to  confirm  the  mutual  joys  we  shared, 
For  his  abode  a  capital  prepared  ; 
Argos,  the  seat  of  sovereign  rule,  I  chose  ; 
Fair  in  the  plan  the  future  palace  rose. 
Where  my  Ulysses  and  his  race  might  reign. 
And  portion  to  his  tribes  the  wide  domain, 
To  them  my  vassals  had  resign' d  a  soil. 
With  teeming  plenty  to  reward  their  toil. 
There  with  commutual  zeal  we  both  had  strove 
In  acts  of  dear  benevolence  and  love  : 
Brothers  in  peace,  not  rivals  in  command. 
And  death  alone  dissolved  the  friendly  band  ! 
Some  envious  power  the  blissful  scene  destroys ; 
Vanish'd  are  all  the  visionary  joys  : 
The  soul  of  friendship  to  my  hope  is  lost. 
Fated  to  wander  from  his  natal  coast !  " 

He  ceased  ;  a  gust  of  grief  began  to  rise  : 
Fast  streams  a  tide  from  beauteous  Helen's  eyes ; 
Fast  for  the  sire  the  filial  sorrows  flow  ; 
The  weeping  monarch  swells  the  mighty  woe  : 
Thy  cheeks,  Pisistratus,  the  tears  bedew, 
While  pictured  to  thy  mind  appear'd  in  view. 
Thy  martial  brother  :  on  the  Phrygian  plain 
Extended  pale,  by  swarthy  Memnon  slain  ! 
But  silence  soon  the  son  of  Nestor  broke. 
And,  melting  with  fraternal  pity,  spoke  : 

"  Frequent,  O  king,  was  Nestor  wont  to  raise 
And  charm  attention  with  thy  copious  praise  ; 
To  crowd  thy  various  gifts,  the  sage  assign'd 
The  glory  of  a  firm  capacious  mind  ; 
With  that  superior  attribute  Qontrol 


CONPERKNCBS  WITH  MBNBLAtJs.  79 

This  unavailing  impotence  of  soul, 

Let  not  your  roof  with  echoing  grief  resound. 

Now  for  the  feast  the  friendly  bowl  is  crown'd  ; 

But  when,  from  dewy  shade  emerging  bright, 

Aurora  streaks  the  sky  with  orient  light. 

Let  each  deplore  his  dead  :  the  rites  of  woe 

Are  all,  alas  !  the  living  can  bestow  : 

O'er  the  congenial  dust  enjoin'd  to  shear 

The  graceful  curl,  and  drop  the  tender  tear. 

Then,  mingling  in  the  mournful  pomp  with  you, 

I'll  pay  my  brother's  ghost  a  warrior's  due. 

And  mourn  the  brave  Antilochus,  a  name 

Not  unrecorded  in  the  rolls  of  fame  ; 

With  strength  and  speed  superior  form'd,  in  fight 

To  face  the  foe,  or  intercept  his  flight  : 

Too  early  snatch'd  by  fate  ere  known  to  me  ! 

I  boast  a  witness  of  his  worth  in  thee." 

' '  Young  and  mature  !  (the  monarch  thus  rejoins,) 
In  thee  renew'd  the  soul  of  Nestor  shines  : 
Form'd  by  the  care  of  that  consummate  sage, 
In  early  bloom  an  oracle  of  age. 
Whene'er  his  influence  Jove  vouchsafes  to  shower, 
To  bless  the  natal  and  the  nuptial  hour  ; 
From  the  great  sire  transmissive  to  the  race, 
The  boon  devolving  gives  distinguish'd  grace. 
Such,  happy  Nestor  !  was  thy  glorious  doom. 
Around  thee,  full  of  years,  thy  offspring  bloom. 
Expert  of  arms,  and  prudent  in  debate  ; 
The  gifts  of  Heaven  to  guard  thy  hoary  state. 
But  now  let  each  becalm  his  troubled  breast, 
Wash,  and  partake  serene  the  friendly  feast. 
To  move  thy  suit,  Telemachus,  delay, 
Till  heaven's  revolving  lamp  restores  the  day." 

He  said,  Asphalion  swift  the  laver  brings  ; 
Alternate,  all  partake  the  grateful  springs  : 
Then  from  the  rites  of  purity  repair, 
And  with  keen  gust  tlie  savoury  viands  share. 
Meantime,  with  genial  joy  to  warm  the  soul. 
Bright  Helen  mix'd  a  mirth  inspiring  bowl  ; 
Temper'd  with  drugs  of  sovereign  use,  to  assuage 
The  boiling  bosom  of  tumultuous  rage  ; 
To  clear  the  cloudy  front  of  wrinkled  Care, 
And  dry  the  tearful  sluices  of  Despair  : 
Charm'd  with  that  virtuous  draught,  the  exalted  mind 
All  sense  of  woe  delivers  to  the  wind. 
Though  on  the  blazing  pile  his  parent  lay, 
Or  a  lovad  brother  groan'd  his  life  away. 


ti  THE  ODYSSEY  OP  HOMER. 

Or  darling  son,  oppress'd  by  ruffian  force, 

Fell  breathless  at  his  feet,  a  mangled  corse  ; 

From  morn  to  eve,  impassive  and  serene, 

The  man  entranced  v?ould  view  the  dreadful  scene 

These  drugs,  so  friendly  to  the  joys  of  life. 

Bright  Helen  learn'd  from  Thone's  imperial  wife  ; 

Who  sway'd  the  sceptre,  where  prolific  Nile 

With  various  simples  clothes  the  fatten'd  soil. 

With  wholesome  herbage  mix'd,  the  direful  bane 

Of  vegetable  venom  taints  the  plain  ; 

From  Paeon  sprung,  their  patron-god  imparts 

To  all  the  Pharian  race  his  healing  arts. 

The  beverage  now  prepared  to  inspire  the  feast. 

The  circle  thus  the  beauteous  queen  addressed  : 

"Throned  in  omnipotence,  supremest  Jove 
Tempers  the  fates  of  human  race  above  ; 
By  the  firm  sanction  of  his  sovereign  will. 
Alternate  are  decreed  our  good  and  ill. 
To  f eastful  mirth  be  this  white  hour  assign'd. 
And  sweet  discourse,  the  banquet  of  the  mind 
Myself,  assisting  in  the  social  joy. 
Will  tell  Ulysses'  bold  exploit  in  Troy, 
Sole  witness  of  the  deed  I  now  declare  : 
Speak  you  (who  saw)  his  wonders  in  the  war. 

' '  Seam'd  o'er  with  wounds,  which  his  own  sabre  gave. 
In  the  vile  habit  of  a  village  slave. 
The  foe  deceived,  he  pass'd  the  tented  plain, 
In  Troy  to  mingle  with  the  hostile  train. 
In  this  attire  secure  from  searching  eyes, 
Till  happily  piercing  through  the  dark  disguise. 
The  chief  I  challenged  ;  he,  whose  practised  wit 
Knew  all  the  serpent  mazes  of  deceit. 
Eludes  my  search  :  but  when  his  form  I  view'd 
Fresh  from  the  bath,  with  fragrant  oils  renew'd. 
His  limbs  in  military  purple  dress'd. 
Each  brightening  grace  the  genuine  Greek  confess'd. 
A  previous  pledge  of  sacred  faith  obtain'd, 
Till  he  the  lines  and  Argive  fleet  regain'd. 
To  keep  his  stay  conceal'd  ;  the  chief  declared 
The  plans  of  war  against  the  town  prepared. 
Exploring  then  the  secrets  of  the  state. 
He  learn'd  what  best  might  urge  the  Dardan  fate ; 
And,  safe  returning  to  the  Grecian  host. 
Sent  many  a  shade  to  Pluto's  dreary  coast. 
Loud  grief  resounded  through  the  towers  of  Troy, 
But  my  pleased  bosom  glow'd  with  secret  joy  : 
For  then,  with  dire  remorse  and  conscious  sham* 


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I  view'd  the  effects  of  that  disastrous  flame, 
Which,  kindled  by  the  imperious  queen  of  love, 
Constrain'd  me  from  my  native  realm  to  rove  : 
And  oft  in  bitterness  of  soul  deplored 
My  absent  daughter  and  my  dearer  lord  ; 
Admired  among  the  first  of  human  race, 
For  every  gift  of  mind  and  manly  grace." 

"  Right  well  (replied  the  king)  your  speech  displays 
The  matchless  merit  of  the  chief  you  praise  : 
Heroes  in  various  climes  myself  have  found, 
For  martial  deeds  and  depth  of  thought  renown'd ; 
But  Ithacus,  unrivall'd  in  his  claim, 
May  boast  a  title  to  the  loudest  fame  : 
In  battle  calm  he  guides  the  rapid  storm, 
Wise  to  resolve,  and  patient  to  perform. 
What  wondrous  conduct  in  the  chief  appear'd. 
When  the  vast  fabric  of  the  steed  we  rear'd  ! 
Some  demon,  anxious  for  the  Trojan  doom, 
Urged  you  with  great  Dei'phobus  to  come, 
To  explore  the  fraud  ;  with  guile  opposed  to  guile. 
Slow-pacing  thrice  around  the  insidious  pile. 
Each  noted  leader's  name  you  thrice  invoke. 
Your  accent  varying  as  their  spouses  spoke  ! 
The  pleasing  sounds  each  latent  warrior  warm'd. 
But  most  Tydides'  and  my  heart  alarm'd  : 
To  quit  the  steed  we  both  impatient  press. 
Threatening  to  answer  from  the  dark  recess. 
Unmoved  the  mind  of  Ithacus  remain'd  ; 
And  the  vain  ardours  of  our  love  restrain'd  ; 
But  Anticlus,  unable  to  control. 
Spoke  loud  the  language  of  his  yearning  soul  : 
Ulysses  straight,  with  indignation  fired 
(For  so  the  common  care  of  Greece  required). 
Firm  to  his  lips  his  forceful  hands  applied. 
Till  on  his  tongue  the  fluttering  murmurs  died. 
Meantime  Minerva,  from  the  fraudful  horse. 
Back  to  the  court  of  Priam  bent  your  course." 

"  Inclement  fate  !  (Telemachus  replies,) 
Frail  is  the  boasted  attribute  of  wise  :  ■ 

The  leader  mingling  with  the  vulgar  host,  '>' 

Is  in  the  common  mass  of  matter  lost ! 
But  now  let  sleep  the  painful  waste  repair 
Of  sad  reflection  and  corroding  cars." 

He  ceased  ;  the  menial  fair  that  round  her  wai!^ 
At  Helen's  beck  prepare  the  room  of  state ; 
Beneath  an  ample  portico  they  spread 
The  downy  flaeoe  to  form  the  sIumbenTus  bed ; 


76  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEK. 

And  o'er  soft  palls  of  purple  grain  unfold 
Rich  tapestry,  stiff  with  interwoven  gold  : 
Then,  through  the  illumined  dome,  to  balmy  rest 
The  obsequious  herald  guides  each  princely  guest ; 
While  to  his  regal  bower  the  king  ascends, 
And  beauteous  Helen  on  her  lord  attends. 
Soon  as  the  morn,  in  orient  purple  dress'd, 
Unbarr'd  the  portal  of  the  roseate  east. 
The  monarch  rose  ;  magnificent  to  view. 
The  imperial  mantle  o'er  his  vest  he  threw  : 
The  glittering  zone  athwart  his  shoulders  cast, 
A  starry  falchion  low-depending  graced  ; 
Clasp'd  on  his  feet  the  embroidered  sandals  shine  ; 
And  forth  he  moves,  majestic  and  divine. 
Instant  to  young  Telemachus  he  press'd, 
And  thus  benevolent  his  speech  addressed  : 

"  Say,  royal  youth,  sincere  of  soul  report 
What  cause  hath  led  you  to  the  Spartan  court  ? 
Do  public  or  domestic  care  constrain 
This  toilsome  voyage  o'er  the  surgy  main  ?" 

"O  highly-flavour'd  delegate  of  Jove  ! 
(Replies  the  prince)  inflamed  with  filial  love. 
And  anxious  hope,  to  hear  my  parent's  doom, 
A  suppliant  to  your  royal  court  I  come  : 
Onr  sovereign  seat  a  lewd  usurping  race 
With  lawless  riot  and  misrule  disgrace  ; 
To  pamper'd  insolence  devoted  fall 
Prime  of  the  flock,  and  choicest  of  the  stall : 
For  wild  ambition  wings  their  bold  desire, 
And  all  to  mount  the  imperial  bed  aspire. 
But  prostrate  I  implore,  O  king  !  relate 
The  mournful  series  of  my  father's  fate  : 
Each  known  disaster  of  the  man  disclose. 
Born  by  his  mother  to  a  world  of  woes  ! 
Recite  them  ;  nor  in  erring  pity  fear 
To  wound  with  storied  grief  the  filial  ear. 
If  e'er  Ulysses,  to  reclaim  your  right, 
Avow'd  his  zeal  in  council  or  in  fight, 
If  Phrygian  camps  the  friendly  toils  attest. 
To  the  sire's  merit  give  the  son's  request." 

Deep  from  his  inmost  soul  Atrides  sigh'd, 
And  thus,  indignant,  to  the  prince  replied  : 
' '  Heavens  !  would  a  soft,  inglorious,  dastard  train 
An  absent  hero's  nuptial  joys  profanw  I 
So  with  her  young,  amid  the  woodland  shades, 
A  timorous  hind  the  lion's  court  invades, 
Lmvw  Ia  the  fet/1  lair  the  tender  fawn«i 


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Climbs  the  green  cliff,  or  feeds  the  flowery  lawns  : 
Meantime  return'd,  with  dire  remor.seless  sway. 
The  monarch-savage  rends  the  trembling  prey. 
With  equal  fury,  and  with  equal  fame, 
Ulysses  soon  shall  reassert  his  claim. 
O  Jove  supreme,  whom  gods  and  men  revere  ! 
And  thou  !  to  whom  'tis  given  to  gild  the  sphere  I 
With  power  congenial  join'd,  propitious  aid 
The  chief  adopted  by  the  martial  maid  ! 
Such  to  our  wish  the  warrior  soon  restore. 
As  when  contending  on  the  Lesbian  shore 
His  prowess  Philomelides  confess'd, 
And  loud-acclaiming  Greeks  the  victor  bless'd  ; 
Then  soon  the  invaders  of  his  bed  and  throne 
Their  love  presumptuous  shall  with  life  atone. 
With  patient  ear,  O  royal  youth,  attend 
The  storied  labour  of  thy  father's  friend  : 
Fruitful  of  deeds,  the  copious  tale  is  long. 
But  truth  severe  shall  dictate  to  my  tongue  : 
Learn  what  I  heard  the  sea-born  seer  relate. 
Whose  eye  can  pierce  the  dark  recess  of  fate. 

"  Long  on  the  Egyptian  coast  by  calms  confined. 
Heaven  to  my  fleet  refused  a  prosperous  wind  ; 
No  vows  had  we  preferr'd,  nor  victims  slain  1 
For  this  the  gods  each  favouring  gale  restrain 
Jealous,  to  see  their  high  behests  obey'd  ; 
Severe,  if  men  the  eternal  rights  evade. 
High  o'er  a  gulfy  sea,  the  Pharian  isle 
i'ronts  the  deep  roar  of  disemboguing  Nile  : 
Her  distance  from  the  shore,  the  course  begun 
At  dawn,  and  ending  with  the  setting  sun, 
A  galley  measures  ;   when  the  stiffer  gales 
Rise  on  the  poop,  and  fully  stretch  the  sails. 
There,  anchor'd  vessels  safe  in  harbour  lie, 
Whilrt  limpid  springs  the  failing  cask  supply. 

"  And  now  the  twentieth  sun,  descending,  laves 
His  glowing  axle  in  the  western  waves  ; 
Still  with  expanded  saijs  we  court  in  vain 
Propitious  winds  to  waft  us  o'er  the  main  ; 
And  the  pale  mariner  at  once  deplores 
His  drooping  vigour  and  exhausted  stores. 
When  lo  !  a  bright  cer^^ean  form  appears. 
The  fair  Eidothea,  to  dispel  my  fears  ; 
Proteus  her  sire  divine.     With  pity  press'd, 
Me  sole  the  daughter  of  the  deep  address'd  ; 
What  time,  with  hunger  pined,  my  absent  mates 
Roam  the  wide  isle  ia  search  of  rural  catea. 


78  THE   ODYSSEY  OP   HOMEK. 

Bait  the  barb'd  steel,  and  from  the  fishy  flood 
Appease  the  afilictive  fierce  desire  of  food." 

"  '  Whoe'er  thou  art  (the  azure  goddess  cries) 
Thy  conduct  ill-deserves  the  praise  of  wise  : 
Is  death  thy  choice,  or  misery  thy  boast. 
That  here  inglorious,  on  a  barren  coast. 
Thy  brave  associates  droop,  a  meagre  train. 
With  famine  pale,  and  ask  thy  care  in  vain  ? ' 
"  Struck  with  the  kind  reproach,  I  straight  reply  : 
'  Whate'er  thy  title  in  thy  native  sky, 
A  goddess  sure  !  for  more  than  moral  grace 
Speaks  thee  descendant  of  ethereal  race  : 
Deem  not  that  here  of  choice  my  fleet  remains  ; 
Some  heavenly  power  averse  my  stay  constrains  : 
O,  piteous  of  my  fate,  vouchsafe  to  show 
(For  what's  sequester'd  from  celestial  view  ?) 
What  power  becalms  the  innavigable  seas? 
What  guilt  provokes  him,  and  what  vows  appease?* 

"  I  ceased,  when  affable  the  goddess  cried  : 
'  Observe,  and  in  the  truths  I  speak  confide  : 
The  oracular  seer  frequents  the  Pharian  coast. 
From  whose  high  bed  my  birth  divine  I  boast : 
Proteus,  a  name  tremendous  o'er  the  main. 
The  delegate  of  Neptune's  watery  reign. 
Watch  with  insidious  care  his  known  abode  ; 
There  fast  in  chains  constrain  the  various  god  ; 
Who  bound,  obedient  to  superior  force. 
Unerring  will  prescribe  your  destined  course. 
If,  studious  on  your  realms,  you  then  demand 
Their  state,  since  last  you  left  your  natal  land, 
Instant  the  god  obsequious  will  disclose 
Bright  tracts  of  glory  or  a  cloud  of  woes. ' 

"  She  ceased  ;  and  suppliant  thus  I  made  reply  : 
'  O  goddess  !  on  thy  aid  my  hopes  rely  : 
Dictate  propitious  to  my  duteous  ear, 
What  arts  can  captivate  the  changeful  seer  ; 
For  perilous  the  assay,  unheard  the  toil, 
To  elude  the  prescience  of  a  god  by  guile.' 

"  Thus  to  the  goddess  mild  my  suit  I  end. 
Then  she  :   '  Obedient  to  my  rule  attend  : 
When  through  the  zone  of  heaven  the  mounted  sua 
Hath  journeyed  half,  and  half  remains  to  run  ; 
The  seer,  while  zephyrs  curl  the  swelling  deep. 
Basks  on  the  breezy  shore,  in  grateful  sleep. 
His  oozy  limbs.     Emerging  from  the  wave, 
The  Phocae  swift  surround  his  rocky  cave. 
Frequent  and  full ;  the  consecrated  train 


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Of  her,  whose  azure  trident  awes  the  main  : 
There  wallowing  warm,  the  enormous  herd  exhales 
An  oily  steam,  and  taints  the  noontide  gales. 
To  that  recess,  commodious  for  surprise, 
When  purple  light  shall  next  suffuse  the  skies, 
With  me  repair  ;  and  from  thy  warrior-band 
Three  chosen  chiefs  of  dauntless  soul  command  : 
Let  their  auxiliar  force  befriend  the  toil ; 
For  strong  the  god,  and  perfected  in  guile. 
Stretch'd  on  the  shelly  shore,  he  first  surveys 
The  flouncing  herd  ascending  from  the  seas  ; 
Their  number  summ'd,  reposed  in  sleep  profound 
The  scaly  charge  their  guardian  god  surround  : 
So  with  his  battening  flocks  the  careful  swain 
Abides  pavilion'd  on  the  grassy  plain. 
With  powers  united,  obstinately  bold, 
Invade  him,  couch'd  amid  the  scaly  fold '. 
Instant  he  wears,  elusive  of  the  rape. 
The  mimic  force  of  every  savage  shape  ; 
Or  glides  with  liquid  lapse  a  murmuring  stream. 
Or,  wrapp'd  in  flame,  he  glows  at  every  limb. 
Yet,  still  retentive,  with  redoubled  might. 
Through  each  vain  passive  form  constrain  his  flight 
But  when,  his  native  shape  resumed,  he  stands 

Patient  of  conquest,  and  your  cause  demands  ; 

The  cause  that  urged  the  bold  attempt  declare, 

And  soothe  the  vanquish'd  with  a  victor's  prayer. 

The  bands  relax'd,  implore  the  seer  to  say 

What  godhead  interdicts  tlie  watery  way. 

Who,  straight  propitious,  in  prophetic  strain 

Will  teach  you  to  repass  the  unmeasured  main. 

She  ceased,  and  bounding  from  the  shelfy  shore. 

Round  the  descending  nymph  the  waves  resounding  roar. 
"  High  wrapp'd  in  wonder  of  the  future  deed, 

With  joy  impetuous  to  the  port  I  speed  : 

The  wants  of  nature  Avith  repast  sutiice, 

Till  night  with  grateful  shade  involved  the  skies. 

And  shed  ambrosial  dews.     Fast  by  the  deep. 

Along  the  tented  shore,  in  balmy  sleep. 

Our  cares  were  lost.     When  o'er  the  eastern  lawn, 

In  saffron  robes,  the  daughter  of  the  dawn 

Advanced  her  rosy  steps,  before  the  bay 

Due  ritual  honours  to  the  gods  I  pay  ; 

Then  seek  the  place  the  sea-born  nymph  assign'd. 

With  three  associates  of  undaunted  mind. 

Arrived,  to  form  along  the  appointed  strand 

F©r  each  a  bed,  she  scoops  the  hilly  sand  i 


80  THE  ODYSSEY  OF  HOMKB. 

Then,  from  her  azure  cave  the  finny  spoils 
Of  four  vast  Phoc«  takes,  to  veil  her  wiles  : 
Beneath  the  fiuny  spoils,  extended  prone, 
Hard  toil !  the  prophet's  piercing  eye  to  shun  ; 
New  from  the  corse,  the  scaly  frauds  diffuse 
Unsavoury  stench  of  oil,  and  brackish  ooze  ; 
But  the  bright  sea-maid's  gentle  power  implored. 
With  nectar'd  drops  the  sickening  sense  restored. 

"  Thus  till  the  sun  had  travell'd  half  the  skies, 
Ambush'd  we  lie,  and  wait  the  bold  emprise  : 
When,  thronging  quick  to  bask  in  open  air, 
The  flocks  of  ocean  to  the  strand  repair  : 
Couch'd  on  the  sunny  sand,  the  monsters  sleep  : 
Then  Proteus,  mounting  from  the  hoary  deep. 
Surveys  his  charge,  unknowing  of  deceit : 
(In  order  told,  we  make  the  sum  complete.) 
Pleased  with  the  false  review,  secure  he  lies, 
And  leaden  slumbers  press  his  drooping  eyes. 
Rushing  impetuous  forth,  we  straight  prepare 
A  furious  onset  with  the  sound  of  war, 
And  shouting  seize  the  god  :  our  force  to  evade. 
His  various  arts  he  soon  resumes  in  aid  : 
A  lion  now,  he  curls  a  surgy  mane  ; 
Sudden  our  hands  a  spotted  pard  restrain  ; 
Then,  arm'd  with  tusks,  and  lightning  in  his  eyes, 
A  boar's  obscener  shape  the  god  belies  : 
On  spiry  volumes,  there  a  dragon  rides  ; 
Here,  from  our  strict  embrace  a  stream  he  glides  . 
At  last,  sublime,  his  stately  growth  he  rears 
A  tree,  and  well-dissembled  foliage  wears. 
Vain  efforts  1  Avith  superior  power  compress' d, 
Me  with  reluctance  thus  the  seer  address'd  : 
'  Say,  son  of  Atreus,  say  what  god  inspired 
This  daring  fraud,  and  what  the  boon  desired  V 
I  thus  :  '  0  thou,  whose  certain  eye  foresees 
The  fix'd  event  of  fate's  remote  decrees  ; 
After  long  woes,  and  various  toil  endured, 
Still  on  this  desert  isle  my  fleet  is  moor'd, 
Unfriended  of  the  gales.     All-knowing,  say, 
What  godhead  interdicts  the  watery  way  ? 
What  vows  repentant  will  the  power  appease. 
To  speed  a  prosperous  voyage  o'er  the  seas.' 

"  '  To  Jove  (with  stern  regard  the  god  replies) 
And  all  the  offended  synod  of  the  skies. 
Just  hecatombs  with  due  devotion  slain, 
Thy  guilt  absolved,  a  prosperous  voyage  gain. 
To  the  firm  sanction  of  thy  fate  attend  1 


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An  exile  thou,  nor  cheering  face  of  friend, 
Nor  sight  of  natal  shore,  nor  regal  dome, 
Shalt  yet  enjoy,  but  still  art  doom'd  to  roam. 
Once  more  the  Nile,  who  from  the  secret  source 
Of  Jove's  high  seat  descends  with  sweepy  force. 
Must  view  his  billows  white  beneath  thy  oar. 
And  altars  blaze  along  his  sanguine  shore. 
Then  will  the  gods  with  holy  pomp  adored, 
To  thy  long  vows  a  safe  return  accord.' 

"  He  ceased  :  heart- wounded  with  afflictive  pain, 
(Doom'd  to  repeat  the  perils  of  the  main, 
A  shelfy  track  and  long  !)  '  0  seer,'  I  cry, 
'  To  the  stern  sanction  of  the  offended  sky 
My  prompt  obedience  bows.     But  deign  to  say 
What  fate  propitious,  or  what  dire  dismay. 
Sustain  those  peers,  the  relics  of  our  host. 
Whom  I  with  Nestor  on  the  Phrygian  coast 
Embracing  left  ?    Must  I  the  warriors  weep, 
Whelm'd  in  the  bottom  of  the  monstrous  deep? 
Or  did  the  kind  domestic  friend  deplore 
The  breathless  heroes  on  their  native  shore  ? 

"  '  Press  not  too  far,'  replied  the  god  :  '  but  cease 
To  know  what,  known,  will  violate  thy  peace  : 
Too  curious  of  their  doom  !  with  friendly  woe 
Thy  breast  will  heave,  and  tears  eternal  flow. 
Part  live  !  the  rest,  a  lamentable  train  ! 
Range  the  dark  bounds  of  Pluto's  dreary  reign. 
Two,  foremost  in  the  roll  of  Mars  renown'd, 
Whose  arms  with  conquest  in  thy  cause  were  crown'd. 
Fell  by  disastrous  fate  :  by  tempests  toss'd, 
A  third  lives  wretched  on  a  distant  coast. 

"  By  Neptune  rescued  from  Minerva's  hate, 
On  Gyrae,  safe  Oilean  Ajax  sate. 
His  ship  o'erwlielm'd  ;  but,  frowning  on  the  floods, 
Impious  he  roar'd  defiance  to  the  gods  ; 
To  his  own  prowess  all  the  glory  gave  : 
The  power  defrauding  who  vouchsafed  to  save. 
This  heard  the  raging  ruler  of  the  main  ; 
His  spear,  indignant  for  such  high  disdain. 
He  launched  ;  dividing  with  his  forky  mace 
The  aerial  summit  from  the  marble  base  : 
The  rock  rush'd  seaward,  with  impetuous  roar 
Ingulf'd,  and  to  the  abyss  the  boaster  bore. 

"  By  Juno's  guardian  aid,  the  watery  vast. 
Secure  of  stoniis,  your  royal  brother  pass'd. 
Till,  coasting  nigh  the  cape  where  Malea  shrouds 
Her  spiry  cliffs  amid  surrounding  clouds. 


82  THE   ODYSSEY   OP   HOMEiEt. 

A  ■whirling  gust  tumultuous  from  the  shore 

Across  the  deep  his  labouring  vessel  bore. 

In  an  ill-fated  hour  the  coast  he  gain'd. 

Where  late  in  regal  pomp  Thyestes  reigned  ; 

But,  when  his  hoary  honours  bow'd  to  fate, 

iEgysthus  govern'd  in  paternal  state, 

The  surges  now  subside,  the  tempest  ends  ; 

From  his  tall  ship  the  king  of  men  descends  ; 

There  fondly  thinks  the  gods  conclude  his  toil  I 

Far  from  his  own  domain  salutes  the  soil : 

With  rapture  oft  the  verge  of  Greece  reviews. 

And  the  dear  turf  with  tears  of  joy  bedews. 

Him,  thus  exulting  on  the  distant  strand, 

A  spy  distinguish'd  from  his  airy  stand  : 

To  bribe  whose  vigilance,  J^gysthus  told 

A  mighty  sum  of  ill-persuading  gold  : 

There  watch'd  this  guardian  of  his  guilty  fear, 

Till  the  twelfth  moon  had  wheel'd  her  pale  career ; 

And  now,  admonish'd  by  his  eye,  to  court 

With  terror  wing'd  conveys  the  dread  report. 

Of  deathful  arts  expert,  his  lord  employs 

The  ministers  of  blood  in  dark  surprise  ; 

And  twenty  youths,  in  radiant  mail  incased, 

Close  ambush'd  nigh  the  spacious  hall  he  placed. 

Then  bids  prepare  the  hospitable  treat : 

Vain  shows  of  love  to  veil  his  felon  hate  I 

To  grace  the  victor's  welcome  from  the  wars, 

A  train  of  coursers  and  triumphal  cars 

Magnificent  he  leads  :  the  royal  guest. 

Thoughtless  of  ill,  accepts  the  fraudful  feast. 

The  troop  forth-issuing  from  the  dark  recess. 

With  homicidal  rage  the  king  oppress  ! 

So,  whilst  he  feeds  luxurious  in  the  stall. 

The  sovereign  of  the  herd  is  doom'd  to  fall. 

The  partners  of  his  fame  and  toils  at  Troy, 

Around  their  lord,  a  mighty  ruin,  lie  : 

Mix'd  with  the  brave,  the  base  invaders  bleed  ; 

^gysthus  sole  survives  to  boast  the  deed." 

' '  He  said  :  chill  horrors  shook  my  shivering  soul, 
Rack'd  with  convulsive  pangs  in  dust  I  roll ; 
And  hate,  in  madness  of  extreme  despair. 
To  view  the  sun,  or  breathe  the  vital  air. 
But  when,  superior  to  the  rage  of  woe, 
I  stood  restored,  and  tears  had  ceased  to  flow. 
Lenient  of  grief,  the  pitying  god  began  : 
'  Forget  the  brother,  and  resume  the  man. 
To  Fate's  supreme  dispose  the  dead  resign, 


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That  care  be  Fate's,  a  speedy  passage  thine. 

Still  lives  the  wretch  who  wrought  the  death  deplored. 

But  lives  a  victim  for  thy  vengeful  sword  ; 

Unless  with  filial  rage  Orestes  glow, 

And  swift  prevent  the  meditated  blow  : 

You  timely  will  return  a  welcome  guest. 

With  him  to  share  the  sad  funereal  feast. " 

"He  said  :  new  thoughts  my  beating  heart  employ, 
My  gloomy  soul  receives  a  gleam  of  joy. 
Fair  hope  revives  ;  and  eager  I  address'd 
The  prescient  godhead  to  reveal  the  rest : 
'  The  doom  decreed  of  those  disastrous  two 
I've  heard  with  pain,  but  oh  1  the  tale  pursue  ; 
What  third  brave  son  of  Mars  the  Fates  constrain 
To  roam  the  howling  desert  of  the  main  ; 
Or,  in  eternal  shade  of  cold  he  lies. 
Provoke  new  sorrows  from  these  grateful  eyes.' 

"  '  That  chief  (rejoin'd  the  god)  his  race  derives 
From  Ithaca,  and  wondrous  woes  survives  ; 
Laertes'  son  :  girt  with  circumfluous  tides. 
He  still  calamitous  constraint  abides. 
Him  in  Calypso's  cave  of  late  I  view'd. 
When  streaming  grief  his  faded  cheek  bedew'd. 
But  vain  his  prayer,  his  arts  are  vain,  to  move 
The  enamour'd  goddess,  or  elude  her  love  : 
His  vessel  sunk,  and  dear  companions  lost, 
He  lives  reluctant  on  a  foreign  coast. 
But  oh,  beloved  by  Heaven  !  reserved  to  thee 
A  happier  lot  the  smiling  Fates  decree  : 
Free  from  that  law,  beneath  whose  mortal  sway 
Matter  is  changed,  and  varying  forms  decay, 
Elysium  shall  be  thine  :  the  blissful  plains 
Of  utmost  earth,  where  Rhadamanthus  reigns. 
Joys  ever  young,  unmix'd  with  pain  or  fear, 
Fill  the  wide  circle  of  the  eternal  year  : 
Stern  winter  smiles  on  that  auspicious  clime  : 
The  fields  are  florid  with  unfading  prime  ; 
From  the  bleak  pole  no  winds  inclement  blow. 
Mould  the  round  hail,  or  flake  the  fleecy  snow  ; 
But  from  the  breezy  deep  the  blest  inhale 
The  fragrant  murmurs  of  the  western  gale. 
This  grace  peculiar  will  the  gods  afford 
To  thee,  the  son  of  Jove,  and  beauteous  Helen's  lord.' 

"  He  ceased,  and  plunging  in  the  vast  profound. 
Beneath  the  god  the  whirling  billows  bound. 
Then  speeding  back,  involved  in  various  thought, 
My  friends  attending  at  the  shore  I  sought. 


84  THE   ODTSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Arrived,  the  rage  of  hunger  we  control 

Till  night  with  silent  shade  invests  the  pole  ; 

Then  lose  the  cares  of  life  in  pleasing  rest. 

Soon  as  the  morn  reveals  the  roseate  east. 

With  sails  we  wing  the  masts,  our  anchors  weigh. 

Unmoor  the  fleet,  and  rush  into  the  sea. 

Ranged  on  the  banks,  beneath  our  equal  oars 

White  curl  the  waves,  and  the  vex'd  ocean  roars 

Then,  steering  backward  from  the  Pharian  isle. 

We  gain  the  stream  of  Jove-descended  Nile  ; 

There  quit  the  ships,  and  on  the  destined  shore 

With  ritual  hecatombs  the  gods  adore  : 

Their  wrath  atoned,  to  Agamemnon's  name 

A  cenotaph  I  raise  of  deathless  fame. 

These  rites  to  piety  and  grief  discharged, 

The  friendly  gods  a  springing  gale  enlarged  : 

The  fleet  swift  tilting  o'er  the  surges  flew. 

Till  Grecian  cliffs  appear'd  a  blissful  view  ! 

' '  Thy  patient  ear  hath  heard  me  long  relate 
A  story,  fruitful  of  disastrous  fate. 
And  now,  young  prince,  indulge  my  fond  request : 
Be  Sparta  honoured  with  his  royal  guest, 
Till,  from  his  eastern  goal,  the  joyous  sun 
His  twelfth  diurnal  race  begins  to  run. 
Meantime  my  train  the  friendly  gifts  prepare, 
The  sprightly  coursers  aud  a  polish'd  car  : 
With  these  a  goblet  of  capacious  mould. 
Figured  with  art  to  dignify  the  gold 
(Form'd  for  libation  to  the  gods),  shall  proTO 
A  pledge  and  monument  of  sacred  love." 

"  My  quick  return  (young  Ithacus  rejoin'd), 
Damps  the  warm  wishes  of  my  raptured  mind  : 
Did  not  my  fate  my  needful  haste  constrain, 
Charm'd  by  your  speech  so  graceful  and  humane. 
Lost  in  delight  the  circling  year  would  roll, 
While  deep  attention  fix'd  my  listening  soiU. 
But  now  to  Pyle  permit  my  destined  way. 
My  loved  associates  chide  my  long  delay  : 
In  dear  remembrance  of  your  royal  grace, 
I  take  the  present  of  the  promised  vase  ; 
The  coursers,  for  the  champaign  sports  retain  ; 
That  gift  our  barren  rocks  will  render  vain  : 
Horrid  with  cliffs,  our  meagre  land  allows 
Thin  herbage  for  the  mountain  goat  to  browse. 
But  neitlier  mead  nor  plain  .snpplips,  to  feed 
The  sprightly  courser,  or  indulge  his  speed  : 
To  sea-surrounded  realms  the  goJs  assign 


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Small  tract  of  fertile  lawn,  the  least  to  mine." 

■His  hand  the  king  witli  tender  passion  press'd. 
And,  smiling,  thus  the  royal  j-outh  address'd  : 
"  O  early  worth  !   a  soul  so  wise,  and  young. 
Proclaims  you  from  the  sage  Ulysses  sprung. 
Selected  from  my  stores,  of  matchless  price. 
An  urn  shall  recompense  your  prudent  choice: 
Not  mean  the  massy  mould  of  silver,  graced 
By  Vulcan's  art,  the  verge  with  gold  enchased. 
A  pledge  the  sceptred  power  of  Sidon  gave, 
When  to  his  realm  I  plough'd  the  orient  wave." 

Thus  they  alternate  ;  while,  with  artful  care. 
The  menial  train  the  regal  feast  prepare. 
The  firstlings  of  the  flock  are  doom'd  to  die  : 
Rich  fragrant  wines  the  cheering  bowl  supply  ; 
A  female  band  the  gift  of  Ceres  bring ; 
And  the  gilt  roofs  with  genial  triumph  ring. 

Meanwhile,  in  Ithaca,  the  suitor-powers 
In  active  games  divide  their  jovial  hours  : 
In  areas  varied  with  mosaic  art, 
Some  whirl  the  disk,  and  some  the  javelin  dart. 
Aside,  sequester'd  from  the  vast  resort, 
Antinoiis  sate  spectator  of  the  sport ; 
With  great  Eurymachus,  of  worth  confess'd, 
And  high  descent,  superior  to  the  rest  ; 
Whom  young  Noemon  lowly  thus  address'd  : — 

"My  ship,  equipp'd  within  the  neighbouring  port. 
The  prince,  departing  for  the  Pylian  court. 
Requested  for  his  speed  ;  but,  courteous,  say 
When  steers  he  home,  or  why  this  long  delay  ? 
For  Elis  I  should  sail  with  utmost  speed. 
To  import  twelve  mares  which  there  luxurious  feed, 
And  twelve  young  mules,  a  strong  laborious  race, 
New  to  the  plow,  unpractised  in  the  trace." 

Unknowing  of  the  course  to  Pyle  design'd, 
A  sudden  horror  seized  on  either  mind  : 
The  prince  in  rural  bower  they  fondly  thought. 
Numbering  his  flocks  and  herds,  not  far  remote. 
"  Relate  (Antinoiis  cries),  devoid  of  guile, 
When  spread  the  prince  his  sale  for  distant  Pyle  ? 
Did  chosen  chiefs  across  the  gulfy  main 
Attend  his  voyage,  or  domestic  train  ? 
Spontaneous  did  you  speed  his  secret  course, 
Or  was  the  vessel  seized  by  fraud  or  force  ?" 

"  With  willing  duty,  not  reluctant  mind 
(Noemon  cried),  the  vessel  was  resign'd. 
Wbo«  ill  the  balauce,  with  the  great  a£Eaira 


86  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Of  courts,  presume  to  weigh  their  private  cares? 
With  him,  the  peerage  next  in  power  to  you  : 
And  Mentor,  captain  of  the  lordly  crew. 
Or  some  celestial  in  his  reverend  form, 
Safe  from  the  secret  rock  and  adverse  storm. 
Pilot's  the  course  ;  for  when  the  glimmering  ray 
Of  yester  dawn  disclosed  the  tender  day, 
Mentor  himself  I  saw,  and  much  admired." — 
Then  ceased  the  youth,  and  from  tlie  court  retired. 

Confounded  and  appall'd,  the  unfinish'd  game 
The  suitors  quit,  and  all  to  council  came. 
Antinous  first  the  assembled  peers  address'd, 
Rage  sparkling  in  his  eyes,  and  burning  in  his  breast 

"O  shame  to  manhood  !  shall  one  daring  boy 
The  scheme  of  all  our  happiness  destroy  1 
Fly  unperceived,  seducing  half  the  flower 
Of  nobles,  and  invite  a  foreign  power  ? 
The  ponderous  engine  raised  to  crush  us  all, 
Recoiling,  on  his  head  is  sure  to  fall. 
Instant  prepare  me,  on  the  neighbouring  strand. 
With  twenty  chosen  mates  a  vessel  mann'd  ; 
For  ambush'd  close  beneath  the  Samian  shore 
His  ship  returning  shall  my  spies  explore  ; 
He  soon  his  rashness  shall  with  life  atone, 
Seek  for  his  father's  fate,  but  find  his  own," 

With  vast  applause  the  sentence  all  approve  ; 
Then  rise,  and  to  the  feastful  hall  remove  : 
Swift  to  the  queen  the  herald  Medon  ran, 
Who  heard  the  consult  of  the  dire  divan  : 
Before  her  dome  the  royal  matron  stands. 
And  thus  the  message  of  his  haste  demands  ; 

"  What  will  the  suitors  ?  must  my  servant-tram 
Thf  allotted  labours  of  the  day  refrain. 
For  them  to  form  some  exquisite  repast  ? 
Heaven  grant  this  festival  may  prove  their  last ! 
Or,  if  they  still  must  live,  from  me  remove 
The  double  plague  of  luxury  and  love  ! 
Forbear,  ye  sons  of  insolence  !  forbear. 
In  riot  to  consume  a  wretched  heir. 
In  the  young  soul  illustrious  thought  to  raise. 
Were  ye  not  tutor'd  with  Ulysses'  praise  ? 
Have  not  your  fathers  oft  my  lord  defined. 
Gentle  of  speech,  beneficent  of  mind  ? 
Some  kings  with  arbitrary  rage  devour, 
Or  in  their  tyrant-minions  vest  the  power  : 
Ulysses  let  no  partial  favours  fall, 
The  people's  parent,  he  protected  all ; 


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But  absent  now,  perfidious  and  ingrate  ! 
His  stores  ye  ravage,  and  usurp  his  state." 

He  thus  :  "  0  were  the  woes  you  speak  the  worst  I 
They  form  a  deed  more  odious  and  accursed  ; 
More  dreadful  than  your  boding  soul  divines  ; 
But  pitying  Jove  avert  the  dire  designs  I 
The  darling  object  of  your  royal  care 
Is  marked  to  perish  in  a  deathful  snare  ; 
Before  he  anchors  in  his  native  port, 
From  Pyle  re-sailing  and  the  Spartan  court ; 
Horrid  to  speak  !  in  ambush  is  decreed 
The  hope  and  heir  of  Ithaca  to  bleed  !  " 

Sudden  she  sunk  beneath  the  weighty  woes. 
The  vital  streams  a  chilling  horror  froze  ; 
The  big  round  tear  stands  trembling  in  her  eye^ 
And  on  her  tongue  imperfect  accents  die. 
At  length,  in  tender  language  interwove 
"With  sighs,  she  thus  expressed  her  anxious  love 
"  Why  rarely  would  my  son  his  fate  explore, 
Ride  the  wild  waves,  and  quit  tlie  safer  shore  ? 
Did  he  with  all  the  greatly  wretched,  crave 
A  blank  oblivion,  and  untimely  grave  ?" 

"  Tis  not  (replied  the  sage)  to  Medon  given 
To  know,  if  some  inhabitant  of  heaven 
In  his  young  breast  the  daring  thought  inspired 
Or  if,  alone  with  filial  duty  fired. 
The  winds  and  waves  he  tempts  in  early  bloom, 
Studious  to  learn  his  absent  father's  doom." 

The  sage  retired  :  unable  to  control 
The  mighty  griefs  that  swell  her  labouring  soul 
Rolling  convulsive  on  the  floor  is  seen 
The  piteous  object  of  a  prostrate  queen. 
Words  to  her  dumb  complaint  a  pause  supplies. 
And  breath,  to  waste  in  unavailing  cries. 
Around  their  sovereign  wept  the  menial  fair, 
To  whom  she  thus  address'd  her  deep  despair : 

"  Behold  a  wretch  whom  all  the  gods  consign 
To  woe  !  Did  ever  sorrows  equal  mine  ? 
Long  to  my  joys  my  dearest  lord  is  lost. 
His  country's  buckler,  and  the  Grecian  boast  : 
Now  from  my  fond  embrace,  by  tempests  torn. 
Our  other  column  of  the  state  is  borne  : 
Nor  took  a  kind  adieu,  nor  sought  consent  !— 
Unkind  confederates  in  his  dire  intent  I 
111  suits  it  with  your  shows  of  duteous  zeal. 
From  me  the  purposed  voyage  to  conceal  : 
Though  at  the  solemn  midnight  hour  he  rose, 


8S  THE   ODYSSEY  OP   HOMEK. 

Why  did  you  fear  to  trouble  my  repose  7 

He  either  had  obey'd  my  fond  desire. 

Or  seen  his  mother  pierced  with  grief  expire. 

Bid  Dolius  quick  attend,  the  faithful  slave 

Whom  to  my  nuptial  train  Icarius  gave 

To  tend  the  fruit  groves  :  with  incessant  speed 

He  shall  this  violence  of  death  decreed 

To  good  Laertes  tell.     Experienced  age 

May  timely  intercept  the  ruffian  rage. 

Convene  the  tribes  the  murderous  plot  reveal. 

And  to  their  power  to  save  his  race  appeal." 

Then  Euryclea  thus  :  "  My  dearest  dread  ; 
Though  to  the  sword  I  bow  this  hoary  head. 
Or  if  a  dungeon  be  the  pain  decreed, 
I  own  me  conscious  of  the  unpleasing  deed  : 
Auxiliar  to  his  flight,  my  aid  implored. 
With  wine  and  viands  I  the  vessel  stored  ; 
A  solemn  oath,  imposed,  the  secret  seal'd. 
Till  the  twelfth  dawn  the  light  of  day  reveal'd. 
Dreading  the  effect  of  a  fond  mother's  fear, 
He  dared  not  violate  your  royal  ear. 
But  bathe,  and,  in  imperial  robes  array'd. 
Pay  due  devotions  to  the  martial  maid. 
And  rest  affianced  in  her  guardian  aid. 
Send  not  to  good  Laertes,  nor  engage 
In  toils  of  state  the  miseries  of  age  : 
'Tis  impious  to  surmise  the  powers  divine 
To  ruin  doom  the  Jove-descended  line  : 
Long  shall  the  race  of  just  Arcesius  reign. 
And  isles  remote  enlarge  his  old  domain." 

The  queen  her  speech  with  calm  attention  hears. 
Her  eyes  restrain  the  silver-streaming  tears  : 
She  bathes,  and  robed,  the  sacred  dome  ascends  ; 
Her  pious  speed  a  female  train  attends  : 
The  salted  cakes  in  canisters  are  laid. 
And  thus  the  queen  invokes  Minerva's  aid  : 

"  Daughter  divine  of  Jove,  whose  arm  can  wield 
The  avenging  bolt,  and  shake  the  dreadful  shield  I 
If  e'er  Ulysses  to  thy  fane  preferr'd 
The  best  and  choicest  of  his  flock  and  herd  ; 
Hear,  goddess,  hear,  by  those  oblations  won  ; 
And   for  the  pious  sire  preserve  the  son  : 
His  wish'd  return  with  happy  power  befriend, 
And  on  the  suitors  let  thy  wrath  descend.  " 

She  ceased  ;  shrill  ecstasies  of  joy  declare 
The  favouring  goddess  present  to  the  prayer  : 
The  Buitors  heard,  and  deem'd  the  mirthful  voio« 


CONFERENCH    WITH   MENELAttS.  89 

A  signal  of  her  hymeneal  choice  : 

Whilst  one  most  jovial  thus  accosts  the  board  : 

"  Too  late  the  queen  selects  a  second  lord  ; 
In  evil  hour  the  nuptial  rite  intends, 
When  o'er  her  son  disastrous  death  impends." 
Thus  he,  unskill'd  of  what  the  fates  provide  ! 
But  with  severe  rebuke  Antinoiis  cried  : 

' '  These  empty  vaunts  will  make  the  voyage  vain  s 
Alarm  not  with  discourse  the  menial  train  : 
The  great  event  with  silent  hope  attend  , 
Our  deeds  alone  our  counsel  must  commend.  "' 
His  speech  thus  ended  short,  he  frowning  rose, 
And  twenty  chiefs  renowned  for  valour  chose  ; 
Down  to  the  strand  he  speeds  with  haughty  strides. 
Where  anchor 'd  in  the  bay  the  vessel  rides, 
Replete  with  mail  and  military  store. 
In  all  her  tackle  trim  to  quit  the  shore. 
The  desperate  crew  ascend,  unfurl  the  sails 
(The  seaward  prow  invites  the  tardy  gales) ; 
Then  take  repast  till  Hesperus  display'd 
His  golden  circlet,  in  the  western  shade. 

Meantime  the  queen,  without  reflection  due. 
Heart- wounded,  to  the  bed  of  state  withdrew  : 
In  her  sad  breast  the  prince's  fortunes  roll, 
And  hope  and  doubt  alternate  seize  her  soul. 
So  when  the  woodman's  toil  her  cave  surrounds, 
And  with  the  hunter's  cry  the  grovo  resounds. 
With  grief  and  rage  the  mother-lion  stung, 
Fearless  herself,  yet  trembles  for  her  young 
While  pensive  in  the  silent  slumberous  shade. 
Sleep's  gentle  powers  her  drooping  eyes  invade  ; 
Minerva,  life-like,  on  embodied  air 
Impress'd  the  form  of  Iphthima  the  fair  ; 
(Icarius'  daughter  she,  whose  blooming  charms 
Allured  Eumelus  to  her  virgin  arms  ; 
A  sceptred  lord ,  who  o'er  the  fruitful  plain 
Of  Thessaly  wide  stretched  his  ample  reign:) 
As  Pallas  will'd,  along  the  sable  skies, 
To  calm  the  queen,  the  phantom  sister  flies. 
Swift  on  the  regal  dome,  descending  right. 
The  bolted  valves  are  pervious  to  her  flight. 
Close  to  her  head  the  pleasing  vision  stands. 
And  thus  performs  Minerva's  nigh  commands 

"  O  why,  Penelope,  this  causeless  fear. 
To  render  sleep's  soft  blessing  unsincere  ? 
Alike  devote  to  sorrow's  dire  extreme 
The  day-reflection,  and  the  widuight-dreaia  I 


90  THE  ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEB. 

Thy  son  the  gods  propitious  will  restore. 
And  bid  thee  cease  his  absence  to  deplore." 

To  whom  the  queen  (whilst  yet  in  pensive  mind 
Was   in  the  silent  gates  of  sleep  confined)  : 
"  O  sister  to  my  soul  forever  dear. 
Why  this  first  visit  to  reprove  my  fear  ? 
How  in  a  realm  so  distant  should  you  know 
From  what  deep  source  my  ceaseless  sorrows  flow? 
To  all  my  hope  my  royal  lord  is  lost, 
His  country's  buckler,  and  the  Grecian  boast : 
And,  with  consummate  woe  to  weigh  me  down, 
The  heir  of  all  his  honours  and  his  crown. 
My  darling  son  is  fled  !  an  easy  prey 
To  the  fierce  storms,  or  men  more  fierce  than  they  ; 
Who,  in  a  league  of  blood  associates  sworn. 
Will  intercept  the  unwary  youth's  roturn." 

"  Courage  resume  (the  shadowy  form  replied)  ; 
In  the  protecting  care  of  Heaven  confide  ; 
On  him  attends  the  blue  eyed  martial  maid  : 
What  earthly  can  implore  a  surer  aid  ? 
Me  now  the  guardian  goddess  deigns  to  send, 
To  bid  thee  patient  his  return  attend. " 

The  queen  replies  :  "  If  in  the  blest  abodes, 
A  goddess,  thou  hast  commerce  with  the  gods  ; 
Say,  breatheo  my  lord  the  blissful  realm  of  light. 
Or  lies  ho  wrn.pp'd  in  ever-during  night  ?  " 

"  Inquire  not  of  his  doom,  (the  phantom  cries,) 
I  speak  not  all  the  counsel  of  the  skies  : 
Nor  must  indulge  with  vain  discourse,  or  long. 
The  windy  satisfaction  of  the  tongue. " 

Swift  through  the  valves  the  visionary  fair 
Repass'd,  and  viewless  mix'd  with  common  air. 
The  queen  awakes,  deliver'd  of  her  woes  ; 
With  florid  joy  her  heart  dilating  glows  : 
The  vision,  manifest  of  future  fate. 
Makes  her  with  hope  her  son's  arrival  wait. 

Meantime  the  suitors  plough  the  watery  plain, 
Telemachus  in  thought  already  slain  ! 
When  sight  of  lessening  Ithaca  was  lost 
Their  sail  directed  for  the  Samian  coast. 
A  small  but  verdant  isle  appear'd  in  view. 
And  Asteris  the  advancing  pilot  knew  ; 
An  ample  port  the  rocks  projected  form, 
To  break  the  rolling  waves  and  ruffling  storm  : 
That  safe  recess  they  gain  with  happy  speed. 
And  in  close  ambush  wait  the  murderous  deed 


BOOK  V. 

ARGUMENT. 

THB  DEPARTUBB  OP  ULTSSES  FBOM  CALTPSO. 

Pallas  in  a  conncil  of  the  gods  complains  of  the  detention  of  Ulysses 
in  the  island  of  Calypso  :  whereupon  Mercury  is  sent  to  command 
his  removal.  The  seat  of  Calypso  described.  She  consents  with 
much  difficulty  ;  and  Ulysses  builds  a  vessel  with  his  own  hands,  in 
which  he  embarks.  Neptune  overtakes  him  with  a  terrible  tempest, 
in  which  he  is  shipwrecked,  and  in  the  last  danger  of  death  ;  till  Lea- 
cothea,  a  sea-goddes°,  assists  him,  and,  after  innumerable  perils,  he 
gets  ashore  on  Phseacia. 

The  saffron  morn,  with  early  blushes  spread, 
Now  rose  refulgent  from  Tithonus'  bed  ; 
With  new-born  day  to  gladden  mortal  sight. 
And  gild  the  courts  of  heaven  with  sacred  light. 
Then  met  the  eternal  synod  of  the  sky. 
Before  the  god,  who  thunders  from  on  high, 
Supreme  in  might,  sublime  in  majesty. 
Pallas,  to  these,  deplores  the  unequal  fates 
Of  wise  Ulysses,  and  his  toils  relates  : 
Her  hero's  danger  touch'd  the  pitying  power. 
The  nymph's  seducements,  and  the  magic  bower. 
Thus  she  began  her  plaint :  "  Immortal  Jove  ! 
And  you  who  fill  the  blissful  seats  above  ! 
Let  kings  no  more  with  gentle  mercy  sway. 
Or  bless  a  people  willing  to  obey, 
But  crush  the  nations  with  an  iron  rod, 
And  every  monarch  be  the  scourge  of  God, 
If  from  your  thoughts  Ulysses  you  remove. 
Who  ruled  his  subjects  with  a  father's  love. 
Sole  4n  an  isle,  encircled  by  the  main, 
Abandon'd,  banish'd  from  his  native  reign, 
Unbless'd  he  sighs,  detained  by  lawless  charms. 
And  press'd  unwilling  in  Calypso's  arms. 
Nor  friends  are  there,  nor  vessels  to  convey, 
Nor  oars  to  cut  the  immeasurable  way. 
And  now  fierce  traitors,  studious  to  destroy 
His  only  son,  their  ambush'd  fraud  employ  ; 
Who,  pious,  following  his  great  father's  fame, 
(91) 


92  THE  ODYSSEY  OP  HOMER. 

To  sacred  Pylos  and  to  Sparta  came." 

"  What  words  are  these  ?  (replied  the  power  who  forms 
The  clouds  of  night,  and  darkens  heaven  with  storms  ;) 
Is  not  already  in  thy  soul  decreed. 
The  chief's  return  shall  make  the  guilty  hleed  ? 
What  cannot  AVisdom  do  ?    Thou  may'st  restore 
The  son  in  safety  to  his  native  shore  ; 
While  the  fell  foes,  who  late  in  ambush  lay. 
With  fraud  defeated  measure  back  their  way." 

Then  thus  to  Hermes  the  command  was  given  : 
"  Hermes,  thou  chosen  messenger  of  heaven  I 
Go,  to  the  nymph  be  these  our  orders  borne 
'Tis  Jove's  decree,  Ulysses  shall  return  : 
The  patient  man  shall  view  his  old  abodes, 
Nor  helped  by  mortal  hand,  nor  guiding  gods 
In  twice  ten  days  shall  fertile  Scheria  find. 
Alone,  and  floating  to  the  wave  and  wind. 
The  bold  Phaeacians  there,  whose  haughty  line 
Is  mixed  with  gods,  half  human,  half  divine, 
The  chief  shall  honour  as  some  heavenly  guest. 
And  swift  transport  him  to  his  place  of  rest. 
His  vessels  loaded  with  a  plenteous  store 
Of  brass,  of  vestures,  and  resplendent  ore 
(A  richer  prize  than  if  his  joyful  isle 
Received  him  charged  with  Ilion's  noble  spoil). 
His  friends,  his  country,  he  shall  see,  though  late  : 
Such  is  our  sovereign  will,  and  such  is  fate." 

He  spoke.     The  god  who  mounts  the  winged  winds 
Fast  to  his  feet  the  golden  pinions  binds. 
That  high  through  fields  of  air  his  flight  sustain 
O'er  the  wide  earth,  and  o'er  the  boundless  main  : 
He  grasps  the  wand  that  causes  sleep  to  fly, 
Or  in  soit  slumber  seals  the  wakeful  eye  ; 
Then  shoots  from  heaven  to  high  Pieria's  steep, 
And  stoops  incumbent  on  the  rolling  deep. 
So  watery  fowl,  that  seek  their  fishy  food. 
With  wings  expanded  o'er  the  foaming  flood. 
Now  sailing  smooth  the  level  surface  sweep, 
Now  dip  their  pinions  in  the  briny  deep  ; 
Thus  o'er  the  world  of  waters  Hermes  flew. 
Till  now  the  distant  island  rose  in  view  : 
Then,  swift  ascending  from  the  azure  wave, 
He  took  the  path  that  winded  to  the  cave. 
Large  was  the  grot,  in  which  the  nymph  he  found 
(The  fair-hair'd  nymph  with  every  beauty  crown'd). 
She  sate  and  sung  ;  the  rocks  resound  her  lays, 
The  cave  was  brighten'd  with  a  rising  blaze  ; 


DEPARTtTRE   OF    UliTSSES. 

Cedar  and  frankincense,  an  odorous  pile. 

Flamed  on  the  hearth,  and  wide  perfumed  the  isle  ; 

While  she  with  work  and  sonfr  tht^  time  divides, 

And  through  the  loom  the  golden  shuttle  guides. 

Without  the  grot  a  various  sylvan  scene 

Appear'd  around,  and  groves  of  living  green  ; 

Poplars  and  alders  ever  quivering  play'd, 

And  nodding  cypress  form'd  a  fragrant  shade  ; 

On  whose  high  branches,  waving  with  the  storm, 

The  birds  of  broadest  wing  their  mansions  form, — 

The  chough,  the  sea-mew,  the  loquacious  crow, — 

And  scream  aloft,  and  skim  the  deeps  below. 

Depending  vines  the  shelving  cavern  screen, 

With  purple  clusters  blushing  through  the  green. 

Four  limped  fountains  from  the  clefts  distil ; 

And  every  fountain  pours  a  several  rill, 

In  mazy  windings  wandering  down  the  hill  : 

Where  bloomy  meads  with  vivid  greens  were  crown'd, 

And  glowing  violets  threw  odours  round. 

A  scene,  where,  if  a  god  should  cast  his  sight, 

A  god  might  gaze,  and  wander  with  delight  ! 

Joy  touch'd  the  messenger  of  heaven  :  he  stay'd 

Entranced,  and  all  the  blissful  haunts  surveyed. 

Him,  entering  in  the  cave.  Calypso  knew  ; 

For  powers  celestial  to  each  other's  view 

Stand  still  confess'd,  though  distant  far  they  lie 

To  habitants  of  earth,  or  sea,  or  sky. 

But  sad  Ulysses,  by  himself  apart, 

Pour'd  the  big  sorrows  of  his  swelling  heart ; 

All  on  the  lonely  shore  he  sate  to  weep, 

And  roll'd  his  eyes  around  the  restless  deep  ; 

Toward  his  loved  coast  he  roU'd  his  eyes  in  vain, 

Till,  dimm'd  with  rising  grief,  they  stream'd  agaia. 

Now  graceful  seated  on  her  shining  throne. 
To  Hermes  thus  the  nymph  divine  begun  : 

"  God  of  the  golden  wand  !  on  what  behest 
Arrivest  thou  here,  an  unexpected  guest? 
Loved  as  thou  art,  thy  free  injunctions  lay  ; 
'Tis  mine  with  joy  and  duty  to  obey. 
Till  now  a  stranger,  in  a  happy  hour 
Approach,  and  taste  the  dainties  of  my  bower." 

Thus  having  spoke,  the  nymph  the  table  spread 
(Ambrosial  cates,  with  nectar  rosy-red)  ; 
Hermes  the  hospitable  rite  partook, 
Divine  refection  I  then,  recruited,  spoke  : 

"  What  moves  this  journey  from  my  native  sky, 
X  goddess  asks,  nor  can  a  god  deny. 


94  TfitE  ODYSSEY   OP   HOMER. 

Hear  then  the  truth.     By  mighty  Jove's  command 

Unwilling  have  I  trod  this  pleasing  land  ; 

For  who,  self-moved,  with  weary  wing  would  sweep 

Such  length  of  ocean  and  unmeasured  deep  ; 

A  world  of  waters  !  far  from  all  the  ways 

Where  men  frequent,  or  sacred  altars  blaze  ! 

But  to  Jove's  will  submission  we  must  pay  ; 

What  power  so  great  to  dare  to  disobey  ? 

A  man,  he  says,  a  man  resides  with  thee. 

Of  all  his  kind  most  worn  with  misery. 

The  Greeks,  (whose  arms  for  nine  long  years  employ'd 

Their  force  on  Ilion,  in  the  tenth  destroy'd,) 

At  length,  embarking  in  a  luckless  hour. 

With  conquest  proud,  incensed  Minerva's  power  : 

Hence  on  the  guilty  race  her  vengeance  hurl'd, 

With  storms  pursued  them  through  the  liquid  world. 

There  all  his  vessels  sunk  beneath  the  wave  ! 

There  all  his  dear  companions  found  their  grave  ! 

Saved  from  the  jaws  of  death  by  Heaven's  decree. 

The  tempest  drove  him  to  these  shores  and  thee. 

Him,  Jove  now  orders  to  his  native  lands 

Straight  to  dismiss  :  so  destiny  commands  : 

Impatient  Fate  his  near  return  attends, 

And  calls  him  to  his  country,  and  his  friends." 

E'en  to  her  inmost  soul  the  goddess  shook  ; 
Then  thus  her  anguish  and  her  passion  broke  : 
"  Ungracious  gods  I  with  spite  and  envy  cursed  ! 
Still  to  your  own  ethereal  race  the  worst  ! 
Ye  envy  mortal  and  immortal  joy, 
And  love,  the  only  sweet  of  life  destroy. 
Did  ever  goddess  by  her  charms  engage 
A  favour'd  mortal,  and  not  feel  your  rage  ? 
So  when  Aurora  sought  Orion's  love. 
Her  joys  disturbed  your  blissful  hours  above. 
Till,  in  Ortygia,  Dian's  winged  dart 
Had  pierced  the  hapless  hunter  to  the  heart. 
So  when  the  covert  of  the  thrice-ear'd  field 
Saw  stately  Ceres  to  her  passion  yield. 
Scarce  could  lasion  taste  her  heavenly  charms. 
But  Jove's  swift  lightning  scorched  him  in  her  arms. 
And  is  it  now  my  turn,  ye  mighty  powers  ! 
Am  I  the  envy  of  your  blissful  bowers  ? 
A  man,  an  outcast  to  the  storm  and  wave, 
It  was  my  crime  to  pity,  and  to  save  ; 
When  he  who  thunders  rent  his  bark  in  twain. 
And  sunk  his  brave  companions  in  tlie  main, 
Alone,  abandon'd,  in  mid-ocean  toss'd, 


DBPARTUKE    OP    tTLYSBES.  95 

The  sport  of  winds,  and  driven  from  every  coast, 

Hitlier  tliis  man  of  miseries  I  led, 

Received  the  friendless,  and  the  hungry  fed  ; 

Nay  promised  (vainly  promised)  to  bestow 

Immortal  life,  exempt  from  age'and  woe. 

'Tis  past — and  Jove  decrees  he  shall  remove  ; 

Gods  as  we  are,  we  are  l)ut  slaves  to  Jove. 

Go  then  he  may  (he  must,  if  he  ordain, 

Try  all  those  dangers,  all  those  deeps,  again) ; 

But  never,  never  shall  Calypso  send 

To  toils  like  these  her  husband  and  her  friend. 

What  ships  have  I,  what  sailors  to  convey. 

What  oars  to  cut  the  long  laborious  way  ? 

Yet  I'll  direct  the  safest  means  to  go  : 

That  last  advice  is  all  I  can  bestow." 

To  her  the  poAver  who  bears  the  charming  rod  : 
"  Dismiss  the  man,  nor  irritate  the  god  ; 
Prevent  the  rage  of  him  who  reigns  above. 
For  what  so  dreadful  as  the  wrath  of  Jove  ?  " 
Thus  having  said,  he  cut  the  cleaving  sky. 
And  in  a  moment  vanish'd  from  her  eye. 
The  nymph,  obedient  to  divine  command. 
To  seek  Ulysses,  paced  along  the  sand. 
Him  pensive  on  the  lonely  beach  she  found. 
With  streaming  eyes  in  briny  torrents  drown'd, 
And  inly  pining  for  his  native  shore  ; 
For  now  the  soft  enchantress  pleased  no  more  : 
For  now,  reluctant,  and  constrain'd  by  charms, 
Absent  he  lay  in  her  desiring  arms. 
In  slumber  wore  the  heavy  night  away. 
On  rocks  and  shores  consumed  the  tedious  day  ; 
There  sate  all  desolate,  and  sighed  alone. 
With  echoing  sorrows  made  tlie  mountains  groan. 
And  roll'd  his  eyes  o'er  all  the  restless  main, 
Till,  dimm'd  with  rising  grief,  they  stream'd  again. 

Here,  on  his  musing  mood  the  goddess  press'd. 
Approaching  soft,  and  thus  the  cliief  address'd  : 
"  Unhappy  man  !  to  wasting  woes  a  prey. 
No  more  in  sorrows  languish  life  away  : 
Free  as  the  winds  I  give  thee  now  to  rove  : 
Go,  fell  the  timber  of  yon  lofty  grove. 
And  form  a  raft,  and  build  the  rising  ship. 
Sublime  to  bear  thee  o'er  the  gloomy  deep. 
To  store  the  vessel  let  the  care  be  mine. 
With  water  from  the  rock  and  rosy  wine, 
And  life-sustaining  bread,  and  fair  array. 
And  prosperous  gales  to  waft  thee  on  the  way. 


80  THE   0DYS6ET   OF   HOMER. 

These,  if  the  gods  with  my  desire  comply 
(The  gods,  alas,  more  mighty  far  than  I, 
And  better  skill'd  in  dark  events  to  come). 
In  peace  shall  land  thee  at  thy  native  home." 

With  sighs  Ulysses  heard  the  words  she  spoko. 
Then  thus  his  melancholy  silence  broke  : 
"  Some  other  motive,  goddess  !  sways  thy  mind 
(Some  close  design,  or  turn  of  womankind). 
Nor  my  return  tlae  end,  nor  this  the  way. 
On  a  slight  raft  to  pass  the  swelling  sea, 
Huge,  horrid,  vast  !  where  scarce  in  safety  sails 
The  best-built  ship,  though  Jove  inspires  the  gales. 
The  bold  proposal  how  shall  I  fulfil, 
Dark  as  I  am,  unconscious  of  thy  will  ? 
Swear,  then,  thou  mean'st  not  what  my  soul  forebodes  ; 
Swear  by  the  solemn  oath  that  binds  the  gods." 

Him,  while  he  spoke,  with  smiles  Calypso  eyed. 
And  gently  grasp'd  his  hand,  and  thus  replied  : 
"  This  shows  thee,  friend,  by  old  experience  taught, 
And  learn'd  in  all  the  wiles  of  human  thought. 
How  prone  to  doubt,  how  cautious,  are  the  wise  ! 
But  hear,  0  earth,  and  hear,  ye  sacred  skies  ! 
And  thou,  0  Styx  !  whose  formidable  floods 
Glide  through  the  shades,  and  bind  the  attesting  gods  1 
No  form'd  design,  no  meditated  end, 
Lurks  in  the  counsel  of  thy  faithful  friend  ; 
Kind  the  persuasion,  and  sincere  my  aim  ; 
The  same  my  practice,  were  my  fate  the  same. 
Heaven  has  not  cursed  me  with  a  heart  of  steel. 
But  given  the  sense  to  pity,  and  to  feel." 

Thus  having  said,  the  goddess  marched  before : 
He  trod  her  footsteps  in  the  sandy  shore. 
At  the  cool  cave  arrived,  thej'  took  their  state  ; 
He  filled  the  throne  where  Mercury  had  sate. 
For  him  the  njTnph  a  rich  repast  ordains. 
Such  as  the  mortal  life  of  man  sustains  ; 
Before  herself  were  placed  the  cates  divine. 
Ambrosial  banquet  and  celestial  wine. 
Their  hunger  satiate,  and  their  thirst  repress'd. 
Thus  spoke  Calypso  to  her  godlike  guest : 

"  Ulysses  !  (with  a  sigh  she  thus  began  ;) 
O  sprung  from  gods  !  in  wisdom  more  than  man  1 
Is  then  thy  home  the  passion  of  thy  heart  ? 
Thus  wilt  thou  leave  me,  are  we  thus  to  part  ? 
Farewell  !  and  ever  joyful  mayst  thou  be. 
Nor  break  the  transport  with  one  thought  of  mo. 
But  ah,  Ulysses  I  wert  thou  given  to  know 


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What  Fate  yet  dooms  tliee  still  to  undergo. 

Thy  heart  might  settle  in  this  scene  of  ease. 

And  e'en  these  slighted  charms  might  learn  to  please. 

A  willing  goddess,  and  immortal  life, 

Might  banish  from  thy  mind  an  absent  wife. 

Am  I  inferior  to  a  mortal  dame  ? 

Less  soft  my  feature,  less  august  my  frame  ? 

Or  shall  the  daughters  of  mankind  compare 

Their  earth-born  beauties  with  the  heavenly  fair?" 

"  Alas  !  for  this  (the  prudent  man  replies) 
Against  Ulysses  thall  thy  anger  rise  ? 
Loved  and  adored,  O  goddess  as  thou  art, 
Forgive  the  weakness  of  a  human  heart. 
Though  well  I  see  thy  graces  far  above 
The  dear,  though  mortal,  object  of  my  love. 
Of  youth  eternal  well  the  difference  know. 
And  the  short  date  of  fading  charms  below ; 
Yet  every  day,  while  absent  thus  I  roam, 
I  languish  to  return  and  die  at  home. 
Whate'er  the  gods  shall  destine  me  to  bear. 
In  the  black  ocean  or  the  watery  war, 
'Tis  mine  to  master  with  a  constant  mind  ; 
Inured  to  perils,  to  the  worst  resign'd. 
By  seas,  by  wars,  so  many  dangers  run  ; 
Still  I  can  suffer  :  their  high  will  be  done  !" 

Thus  while  he  spoke,  the  beamy  sun  descends. 
And  rising  night  her  friendly  shade  extends. 
To  the  close  grot  the  lonely  pair  remove. 
And  slept  delighted  with  the  gifts  of  love. 
When  rosy  morning  call'd  them  from  their  rest, 
Ulysses  robed  him  in  the  cloak  and  vest. 
The  nymph's  fair  head  a  veil  transparent  graced. 
Her  swelling  loins  a  radiant  zone  embraced 
With  flowers  of  gold  :  an  under  robe,  unbound, 
In  snowy  waves  flow'd  glittering  on  the  ground. 
Forth  issuing  thus,  she  gave  him  first  to  wield 
A  weighty  axe.  with  truest  temper  steeled. 
And  double-edged  ;  the  handle  smooth  and  plain. 
Wrought  of  the  clouded  olive's  easy  grain  ; 
And  next,  a  wedge  to  drive  with  s weepy  sway 
Then  to  the  neighbouring  forest  led  the  way. 
On  the  lone  island's  utmost  verge  there  stood 
Of  poplars,  pine,  and  firs,  a  lofty  wood. 
Whose  leafless  summits  to  the  skies  aspire, 
Scorch'd  by  the  sun,  or  seared  by  heavenly  fire 
(Already  dried).     These  pointing  out  to  view. 
The  nymph  just  show'd  him,  and  with  tears  withdrew. 


98  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMER. 

Now  toils  the  hero  :  trees  on  trees  o'erthrown 
Fall  crackling  round  him,  and  the  forests  groan  : 
Sudden,  full  twenty  on  the  plain  are  strow'd. 
And  lopp'd  and  lighten'd  of  their  branchy  load. 
At  equal  angles  these  disposed  to  join. 
He  sniooth'd  and  squared  them  by  the  rule  and  line, 
(The  wimbles  for  the  work  Calypso  found) 
With  those  he  pierced  them  and  with  clinchers  bound. 
Long  and  capacious  as  a  shipwright  forms 
Some  bark's  broad  bottom  to  out-ride  the  storms. 
So  large  he  built  the  raft  ;  then  ribb'd  it  strong 
Fjom  space  to  space,  and  nail'd  the  planks  along  ; 
These  form'd  the  sides  :  the  deck  he  fashiou'd  last ; 
Then  o'er  the  vessel  raised  the  taper  mast. 
With  crossing  sail-yards  dancing  in  the  wind  ; 
And  to  the  helm  the  guiding  rudder  join'd 
(V^'ith  yielding  osiers  fenced,  to  break  the  force 
Of  surging  waves,  and  steer  the  steady  course). 
Thy  loom,  Calypso,  for  the  future  sails 
Supplied  the  cloth,  capacious  of  the  gales. 
With  stays  and  cordage  last  he  rigged  the  ship. 
And,  roU'd  on  levers,  launch'd  her  in  the  deep. 

Four  days  were  pass'd,  and  now  the  work  complete. 
Shone  the  fifth  morn,  when  from  her  sacred  seat 
The  nymph  dismiss'd  him  (odorous  garments  given). 
And  bathed  in  fragrant  oils  that  breathed  of  heaven  : 
Then  fill'd  two  goatskins  with  her  hands  divine. 
With  water  one,  and  one  with  sable  wine  : 
Of  every  kind,  provisions  heaved  aboard  ; 
And  the  full  decks  with  copious  viands  stored. 
The  goddess,  last,  a  gentle  breeze  supplies, 
To  curl  old  Ocean,  and  to  warm  the  skies. 

And  now,  rejoicing  in  the  prosperous  gales. 
With  beating  heart  Ulysses  spreads  his  sails  ; 
Placed  at  the  helm  he  sate,  and  mark'd  the  skies. 
Nor  closed  in  sleep  his  ever- watchful  eyes. 
There  view'd  the  Pleiads,  and  the  Northern  Team, 
And  great  Orion's  more  refulgent  beam, 
To  which,  around  the  axle  of  the  sky. 
The  Bear,  revolving,  points  his  golden  eye  : 
Who  shines  exalted  on  the  ethereal  plain. 
Nor  bathes  his  blazing  forehead  in  the  main. 
Far  on  the  left  those  radiant  fires  to  keep 
The  nymph  directed,  as  he  sail'd  the  deep. 
Full  seventeen  nights  he  cut  the  foaming  way : 
The  distant  land  appear'd  the  following  day  ; 
Then  swell'd  to  sight  Phajacia's  dusky  coast, 


DEPARTURE    OP    ULYSSES. 

Aud  woody  mountains,  lialf  in  vapours  lost  ; 
That  lay  before  liini  indistinct  and  vast, 
Like  a  broad  shield  amid  the  watery  waste. 

But  him,  thus  voyaging  the  deeps  below, 
From  far,  on  Solyme's  atirial  brow, 
The  king  of  ocean  saw,  and  seeing  burn'd 
(From  Jithiopia's  happy  climes  return'd)  ; 
The  raging  monarch  shook  his  azure  liead, 
And  thus  in  secret  to  his  soul  he  said  : 
"  Heavens  !  how  uncertain  are  the  powers  on  high  I 
Is  then  reversed  the  sentence  of  the  sky. 
In  one  man's  favour  ;  while  a  distant  guest 
I  shared  secure  the  ^Ethiopian  feast  ? 
Behold  how  near  Phaeacia's  land  he  draws  ; 
The  land  affix'd  by  Fate's  eternal  laws 
To  end  his  toils.     Is  then  our  anger  vain  ? 
No  ;  if  this  sceptre  yet  commands  the  main." 

He  spoke,  and  high  the  forky  trident  hurl'd. 
Rolls  clouds  on  clouds,  and  stirs  the  watery  world. 
At  once  the  face  of  earth  and  sea  deforms, 
Swells  all  the  winds,  and  rouses  all  the  storms. 
Down  rush'd  the  night  :  east,  west,  together  roar  ; 
And  south  and  north  roll  mountains  to  the  shore. 
Then  shook  the  hero,  to  despair  resign'd, 
And  quesiion'd  thus  his  yet  unconquer'd  mind  : 

"  Wretch  that  I  am  !  what  farther  fates  attend 
This  life  of  toils,  and  what  my  destined  end  1 
Too  well,  alas  !  the  island  goddess  knew 
On  the  black  sea  what  perils  should  ensue. 
New  horrors  now  this  destined  head  inclose  ; 
Unfill'd  is  yet  the  measure  of  my  woes  ; 
With  what  a  cloud  the  brows  of  heaven  are  crown'd-, 
What  raging  winds  !  what  roaring  waters  round  1 
'Tis  Jove  himself  the  swelling  tempest  rears  ; 
Death,  present  death,  on  every  side  appears. 
Happy  !  thrice  happy  !  who,  in  battle  slain, 
Press'd  in  Atrides'  cause  the  Trojan  plain  I 
Oh  !  had  I  died  before  that  well-fought  wall ! 
Had  some  distinguish'd  day  reuown'd  my  fall 
(Such  as  was  that  when  showers  of  javelins  fled 
From  conquering  Troy  around  Achilles  dead) , 
All  Greece  had  paid  me  solemn  funerals  then. 
And  spread  my  glory  with  the  sons  of  men. 
A  shameful  fate  now  hides  my  hapless  head, 
Unwept,  unnoted,  and  for  ever  dead  1 " 

A  mighty  wave  rush'd  o'er  him  as  he  spoke, 
The  raft  is  cover'd,  and  the  mast  is  broke  ;  -^ 


100  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Swept  from  the  deck,  and  from  the  rudder  torn, 

Far  on  the  swelling  surge  the  chief  was  borne  ; 

While  by  the  howling  tempest  rent  in  twain 

Flew  sail  and  sail-yards  rattling  o'er  the  main, 

Long-press'd,  he  heaved  beneath  the  weighty  wave, 

Clogg'd  by  the  cumbrous  A^est  Calypso  gave  ; 

At  length,  emerging,  from  his  nostrils  Avide 

And  gushing  mouth  effused  the  briny  tide  ; 

E'en  then  not  mindless  of  his  last  retreat, 

He  seized  the  raft,  and  leap'd  into  his  seat. 

Strong  with  the  fear  of  death.     In  rolling  flood, 

Now  here,  now  there,  impell'd  the  floating  wood 

As  when  a  heap  of  gather'd  thorns  is  cast, 

Now  to,  now  fro,  before  the  autumnal  blast  ; 

Together  clung,  it  rolls  around  the  field  ; 

So  roll'd  the  float,  and  so  its  texture  held  : 

And  now  the  south,  and  now  the  north,  bear  sway, 

And  now  the  east  the  foamy  floods  obey. 

And  now  the  west  wind  whirls  it  o'er  the  sea. 

The  wandering  chief  with  toils  on  toils  oppress'd, 

Leucothea  saw,  and  pity  touch'd  her  breast. 

(Herself  a  mortal  once,  of  Cadmus'  strain. 

But  now  an  azure  sister  of  the  main) 

Swift  as  a  sea-mew  springing  from  the  flood, 

All  radiant  on  the  raft  the  goddess  stood  : 

Then  thus  address' d  him  :  Thou  whom  heaven  decrees 

To  Neptune's  wrath,  stern  tyrant  of  the  seas  ! 

(Unequal  contest  !)  not  his  rage  and  power. 

Great  as  he  is,  such  virtue  shall  devour. 

What  I  suggest,  thy  wisdom  will  perform  : 

Forsake  thy  float,  and  leave  it  to  the  storm  ; 

Strip  off  thy  garments  ;  Neptune's  fury  brave 

With  naked  strength,  and  plunge  into  the  wave. 

To  reach  Phseacia  all  thy  nerves  extend. 

There  Fate  decrees  thy  miseries  shall  end. 

This  heavenly  scarf  beneath  thy  bosom  bind. 

And  live  ;  give  all  thy  terrors  to  the  wind. 

Soon  as  thy  arms  the  happy  shore  shall  gain. 

Return  the  gift,  and  cast  it  in  the  main  : 

Observe  my  orders,  and  with  heed  obey. 

Cast  it  far  off,  and  turn  thy  eyes  away." 

With  that,  her  hand  the  sacred  veil  bestows. 
Then  down  the  deeps  she  dived  from  whence  she  rose  ; 
A  moment  snatch'd  the  shining  form  away, 
And  all  was  covere  1  with  the  curling  sea. 

Struck  Avith  amaze,  yet  still  to  dou1)t  inclined, 
He  stands  suspended,  and  explores  his  mind  : 


bEPARTtUE    OF    tTLTSSKS.  101 

"  \\Tiat  shall  I  do  ?     unhappy  me  !  who  knows 
But  other  gods  intend  me  other  woes  ? 
Whoe'er  thou  art,  I  shall  not  blindly  join 
Thy  pleaded  reason,  but  consult  with  mine : 
For  scarce  in  ken  appears  that  distant  isle 
Thy  voice  foretells  me  shall  conclude  my  toil. 
Thus  then  I  judge  :  while  yet  the  iilanhs  sustain 
The  wild  waves'  fury,  here  I  fix'd  rem;iin  ; 
But,  when  their  texture  to  the  tempest  yields, 
I  launch  adventurous  on  the  liquid  fields, 
Join  to  the  help  of  gods  the  strength  of  man, 
And  take  this  method,  since  the  best  I  can." 

While  thus  his  thoughts  an  anxious  council  hold, 
The  raging  god  a  watery  mountain  roU'd  ; 
Like  a  black  sheet  the  whelming  billows  spread, 
Burst  o'er  the  float,  and  thunder' d  on  his  head. 
Planks,  beams,  disparted  fly  ;  the  scatter'd  wood 
Rolls  diverse,  and  in  fragments  strews  the  flood. 
So  the  rude  Boreas,  o'er  the  field  new-shorn. 
Tosses  and  drives  the  scatter'd  heaps  of  corn. 
And  now  a  single  beam  the  chief  bestrides  : 
There  poised  a  while  above  the  bounding  tides. 
His  limbs  discumbers  of  the  clinging  vest, 
And  binds  the  sacred  cincture  round  his  breast  : 
Then  prone  an  ocean  in  a  moment  flung, 
Stretch'd  wide  his  eager  arms,  and  shot  the  seas  along. 
All  naked  now,  on  heaving  billows  laid, 
Stern  Neptune  eyed  him,  and  contemptuous  said : 

"  Go,  learn'd  in  woes,  and  other  foes  essay  ! 
Go,  wander  helpless  on  the  watery  way  : 
Thus,  thus  find  out  the  destined  shore,  and  then 
(If  Jove  ordains  it)  mix  with  happier  men. 
Whate'er  thy  fate,  the  ills  our  wrath  could  raise 
Shall  last  remember'd  in  thy  best  of  days." 

This  said,  his  sea-green  steeds  divide  the  foam. 
And  reach  high  ^gfe  and  the  towery  dome. 
Now,  scarce  withdrawn  the  fierce  earth-shaking  power, 
Jove's  daughter  Pallas  watch'd  the  favouring  hour. 
Back  to  their  caves  she  bade  the  winds  to  fly. 
And  hush'd  the  blustering  brethren  of  the  sky. 
The  drier  blasts  alone  of  Boreas  sway. 
And  bear  him  soft  on  broken  waves  away  ; 
With  gentle  force  impelling  to  that  shore. 
Where  fate  has  destined  he  shall  toil  no  more. 
And  now,  two  nights,  and  now  two  days  Avere  pass'd. 
Since  wide  he  wander'd  on  the  watery  waste  ; 
Heaved  on  the  surge  with  intermitting  breath, 


102  THE  ODYSSEY  OP  HOMER. 

And  hourlv  panting  in  tlie  arms  of  deatli. 

The  third  fair  mcini  now  blazed  upon  the  main  ; 

Tlien  glassy  smooth  lay  all  the  liqnid  plain  ; 

The  winds  were  hiish'd,  the  billows  scarcely  curl'd. 

And  a  dead  silence  still'd  the  watery  world  ; 

When  lifted  on  a  ridgy  wave  he  spies 

The  land  at  distance,  and  with  sharpen'd  eyes. 

As  pious  children  joy  Avith  vast  delight 

When  a  loved  sire  revives  before  their  sight 

fWlio,  lingering  along,  has  call'd  on  death  in  vain, 

Fix'd  by  some  demon  to  his  bed  of  pain. 

Till  heaven  by  miracle  his  life  restore) ; 

So  joys  Ulysses  at  the  appearing  shore  : 

And  sees  (and  labours  onward  as  he  sees) 

The  rising  forests,  and  the  tufted  trees. 

And  now,  as  near  approaching  as  the  sound 

Of  human  voice  the  listening  ear  may  wound. 

Amidst  the  rocks  lie  heard  a  hollow  roar 

Of  murmuring  surges  breaking  on  the  shore  : 

Nor  peaceful  port  was  there,  nor  winding  bay, 

To  shield  the  vessel  from  the  rolling  sea. 

But  cliffs,  and  shaggy  shores,  a  dreadful  sight  ! 

All  rough  with  rocks,  with  foamy  billows  white. 

Fear  seized  his  slacken'd  limbs  and  beating  heart. 

As  thus  he  communed  with  his  soul  apart  : 

"Ah  me  !  when,  o'er  a  length  of  waters  toss'd, 
These  eyes  at  last  behold  the  unhoped-for  coast. 
No  port  receives  me  from  the  angry  main. 
But  the  loud  deeps  demand  me  back  again. 
Above,  sharp  rocks  forbid  access  ;  around 
Roar  the  wild  waves  ;  beneath,  is  sea  profound  \ 
No  footing  sure  affords  the  faithless  sand, 
To  stem  too  rapid,  aud  too  deep  to  stand. 
If  here  I  enter,  my  efforts  are  vain, 
Dasli'd  on  the  cliffs,  or  heaved  into  the  main  ; 
Or  round  the  island  if  my  course  I  bend. 
Where  the  ports  open,  or  the  shores  descend, 
Back  to  the  seas  the  rolling  surge  may  sweep, 
And  bury  all  my  hopes  beneath  the  deep. 
Or  some  enormous  whale  the  god  may  send 
(For  many  such  an  Amphitrite  attend)  ; 
Too  well  the  turns  of  mortal  chance  I  know. 
And  hate  relentless  of  my  heavenly  foe." 
While  thus  he  thought,  a  monstrous  wave  upbore 
The  chief,  and  dash'd  him  on  the  craggy  shore  : 
Torn  was  his  skin,  nor  had  the  ribs  been  whole, 
But  Instant  Pallas  enter'd  in  his  soul. 


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Close  to  the  cliff  with  both  his  hands  he  clung. 

And  stuck  adherent,  and  suspended  hung ; 

Till  the  huge  surge  roll'd  oR  ;  then  backward  sweep 

The  refluent  tides,  and  plunge  him  in  the  deep. 

As  when  the  polypus,  from  forth  his  cave 

Torn  with  full  force,  reluctant  beats  the  wave. 

His  ragged  claws  are  stuck  with  stones  and  sands  ; 

So  the  rough  rock  had  shagg'd  Ulysses'  hands, 

And  now  had  perish'd,  whelm'd  beneath  the  main, 

The  unhappy  man  ;  e'en  fate  had  been  in  vain  ;  , 

But  all-subduing  Pallas  lent  her  power. 

And  prudence  saved  him  in  the  needful  hour. 

Beyond  the  beating  surge  his  course  he  bore, 

(A  wider  circle,  but  in  sight  of  shore). 

With  longing  eyes,  observing,  to  survey 

Some  smooth  ascent,  or  safe  sequester'd  bay. 

Between  the  parting  rocks  at  length  he  spied 

A  falling  stream  with  gentler  waters  glide  ; 

Where  to  the  seas  the  shelving  shore  declined. 

And  form'd  a  bay  imiDervious  to  the  wind. 

To  this  calm  port  the  glad  Ulysses  press'd. 

And  hail'd  the  river,  and  its  ^L,od  address'd  : 

' '  Whoe'er  thou  art,  before  whose  stream  unknown 
I  bend,  a  suppliant  at  thy  watery  throne. 
Hear,  azure  king  !  nor  let  me  fly  in  vain 
To  thee  from  Neptune  and  the  raging  main. 
Heaven  hears  and  pities  hapless  men  like  me. 
For  sacred  even  to  gods  is  misery  : 
Let  then  thy  waters  give  the  weary  rest, 
And  save  a  suppliant,  and  a  man  distress'd." 

He  pray'd,  and  straight  the  gentle  stream  subsides, 
Detains  the  rasl-ing  current  of  his  tides. 
Before  the  wanderer  smooths  the  watery  way. 
And  soft  receives  him  from  the  rolling  sea. 
That  moment,  fainting  as  he  touch'd  the  shore, 
He  dropp'd  his  sinewy  arms  :  his  knees  no  mo-re 
Perform'd  their  office,  or  his  weight  upheld  : 
His  swoln  heart  heaved  ;  his  bloated  body  swell'd  : 
From  mouth  and  nose  the  briny  torrent  ran  ; 
And  lost  in  lassitude  lay  all  the  man, 
Deprived  of  voice,  of  motion,  and  of  breath  ; 
The  soul  scarce  waking  in  the  arms  of  death. 
Soon  as  warm  life  its  wonted  office  found. 
The  mindful  chief  Leucothea's  scarf  unbound  ; 
Observant  of  her  word,  he  turn'd  aside 
His  head,  and  cast  it  on  the  rolling  tide. 
Behind  him  far,  upon  the  purple  waves, 


104  THE   ODTSSET   OF   HQMER. 

The  waters  -vvaft  it,  and  the  nymph  receives. 

Now  parting  from  the  stream,  Ulysses  found 
A  mossy  banli  with  pliant  rushes  crown'd  ; 
The  bank  he  press'd,  and  gently  kiss'd  the  ground  ; 
Where  on  the  flowery  herb  as  soft  he  lay, 
Thus  to  his  soul  the  sage  began  to  say  : 

"What  will  ye  next  ordain,  ye  powers  on  high  I 
And  yet,  ah  yet,  what  fates  are  we  to  try  1 
Here  by  the  stream,  if  I  the  night  out-wear, 
,  Thus  spent  already,  how  shall  nature  bear 
The  dews  descending,  and  nocturnal  air  ; 
Or  chilly  vapours  breathing  from  the  flood 
When  morning  rises  ? — If  I  take  the  wood, 
And  in  thick  shelter  of  innumerous  boughs 
Enjoy  the  comfort  gentle  sleep  allows  ; 
Though  fenced  from  cold,  and  though  my  toil  be  pass'd. 
What  savage  beasts  may  wander  in  the  waste? 
Perhaps  I  yet  may  fall  a  bloody  prey 
To  prowling  bears,  or  lions  in  the  way." 

Thus  long  debating  in  himself  he  stood  : 
At  length  he  took  the  passage  to  the  wood, 
Whose  shady  horrors  on  a  rising  brow 
Waved  high,  and  frown'd  upon  the  stream  below. 
There  grew  two  olives,  closest  of  the  grove. 
With  roots  entwined,  and  branches  interwove  ; 
Alike  their  leaves,  but  not  alike  they  smiled 
With  sister- fruits  ;  one  fertile,  one  was  wild. 
Nor  here  the  sun's  meridian  rays  had  power, 
Nor  wind  sharp-piercmg,  nor  the  rushing  shower ; 
The  verdant  arch  so  close  its  texture  kept  : 
Beneath  this  covert  great  Ulysses  crept. 
Of  gather'd  leaves  an  ample  bed  he  made 
(Thick  strewn  by  tempest  through  the  bowery  shade)  ; 
Where  three  at  least  might  winter's  cold  defy. 
Though  Boreas  raged  along  the  inclement  sky. 
This  store  with  joy  the  patient  hero  found. 
And,  sunk  amidst  tliem,  heap'd  the  leaves  around. 
As  some  poor  peasant,  fated  to  reside 
Remote  from  neighbours  in  a  forest  wide. 
Studious  to  save  what  human  wants  require. 
In  embers  heap'd,  preserves  the  seeds  «f  fire  : 
Hid  in  dry  foliage  thus  Ulysses  lies. 
Till  Pallas  pour'd  soft  slumbers  on  his  eyes  ; 
And  golden  dreams  (the  gift  of  sweet  repose) 
X^uU'd  all  his  cares,  and  banish'd  ajl  his  woes. 


BOOK  VI. 


ARGUMENT. 

Pallas  appearing  in  a  dream  to  Nausicaa  (the  daughter  of  Alcinoiis,  king 
of  Phaeacia),  commands  her  to  descend  to  the  river,  and  wash  the  robes 
of  sate,  in  preparation  for  her  nuptials.  Nausicaa  goes  with  her  hand- 
maids to  the  river  ;  where,  while  the  garments  are  spread  on  the  bank, 
they  divert  themselves  in  sports.  Their  voices  awake  Ulysses,  who, 
addressing  himself  to  the  princess,  is  by  her  relieved  and  clothed,  and 
receives  directions  in  what  manner  to  apply  to  the  king  and  queen  of 
the  island. 

While  thus  the  weary  wanderei  ^unk  to  rest, 

And  peaceful  slumbers  calmed  his    nxious  breast, 

The  martial  maid  from  lieavens  a   .ial  height 

Swift  to  Phaeacia  wing'd  her  rapid  flight. 

In  elder  times  the  soft  Phaeacian  train 

In  ease  possess'd  the  wide  Hyperian  plain ; 

Till  the  Cyclopean  race  in  arms  arose 

A  lawless  nation  of  gigantic  foes  : 

Then  great  Nausithous  from  Hyperia  far, 

Through  seas  retreating  from  the  sounds  of  war, 

The  recreant  nation  to  fair  Scheria  led. 

Where  never  science  rear'd  her  laurell'd  head  ; 

There  round  his  tribes  a  strength  of  wall  he  raised  ; 

To  heaven  the  glittering  domes  and  temples  blazed  : 

Just  to  his  realms,  he  parted  grounds  from  grounds, 

And  shared  the  lands,  and  gave  the  lands  their  bounds. 

Now  in  the  silent  grave  the  monarch  lay, 

And  wise  Alcinoiis  held  the  legal  sway. 

To  his  high  palace  through  the  fields  of  air 
The  goddess  shot ;  Ulysses  was  her  care. 
There,  as  the  night  in  silence  roH'd  away, 
A  heaven  of  charms  divine  Nausicaa  lay  : 
Through  the  thick  gloom  the  shining  portals  blaze  ; 
Two  nymphs  the  portals  guard,  each  nymph  a  Grace, 
Light  as  the  viewless  air  the  warrior  maid 
Glides  through  the  valves,  and  hovers  round  her  head  ; 
A  favourite  virgin's  blooming  form  she  took, 
From  Dymas  sprung,  and  thus  the  vision  spoke  : 

"  Oh  Indolent  !  to  waste  thy  hours  away  ! 
And  sleep'st  thou  careless  of  the  bridal  day  ? 
(  105  ) 


166  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEft. 

Thy  spousal  ornament  neglected  lies  ; 

Arise,  prepare  tlie  bridal  train,  arise  !  ^ 

A  just  applause  the  cares  of  dress  impart. 

And  give  soft  transport  to  a  parent's  heart. 

Haste,  to  the  limpid  stream  direct  thy  way, 

When  the  gay  morn  unveils  her  smiling  ray  : 

Haste  to  the  stream  !  companion  of  tliy  care, 

Lo,  I  thy  steps  attend,  thy  labours  share. 

Virgin,  awake  !  the  marriage  hour  is  nigh. 

See  from  their  thrones  thy  kindred  monarchs  sigh  I 

The  royal  car  at  early  dawn  obtain. 

And  order  mules  obedient  to  the  reifi  ; 

P"'or  rough  the  way,  and  distant  rolls  the  wave. 

Where  their  fair  vests  Phaeacian  virgins  lave. 

In  pomp  ride  forth  ;  for  pomp  becomes  the  great 

And  majesty  derives  a  grace  from  state." 

Then  to  the  palaces  of  heaven  she  sails, 

Incumbent  on  the  wings  of  wafting  gales  ; 

The  seat  of  gods  ;  the  regions  mild  of  peace, 

Full  joy,  and  calm  eternity  of  ease. 

There  no  rude  winds  presume  to  shake  the  skies, 

No  rains  descend,  no  snowy  vapours  rise  ; 

But  on  immortal  thrones  the  blest  repose  ; 

The  firmament  with  living  splendours  glows. 

Hither  the  goddess  winged  the  aerial  way. 

Through  heaven's  eternal  gates  that  blazed  with  day. 

Now  from  her  rosy  car  Aurora  shed 
The  dawn,  and  all  the  orient  flamed  with  red. 
Up  rose  the  virgin  with  the  morning  light. 
Obedient  to  the  vision  of  the  night. 
The  queen  she  souglit,  the  queen  her  hours  bestowed 
In  curious  works  ;  the  whirling  spindle  glow'd 
With  crimson  threads,  while  busy  damsels  cull 
The  snowy  fleece,  or  twist  the  purpled  wool. 
Meanwhile  Phaeacia's  peers  in  council  sate  ; 
From  his  high  dome  the  king  descends  in  state  : 
Then  with  a  filial  awe  the  royal  maid 
Approach'd  him  passing,  and  submissive  said  : 

"  Will  my  dread  sire  his  ear  regardful  deign, 
And  may  his  child  the  royal  car  obtain  ? 
Say,  with  my  garments  shall  I  bend  my  way  ? 
Where  through  the  vales  the  mazy  waters  stray  ? 
A  dignity  of  dress  adorns  the  great. 
And  kings  draw  lustre  from  the  robe  of  state. 
Five  sons  thou  hast  ;  three  wait  the  bridal  day, 
And  spotless  robes  become  the  young  and  gay  : 
So  when  with  praise  amid  the  dance  they  shine, 


ULYSSES    AND   NAUSICAA.  107 

By  these  my  cares  adorn'd.  tliat  praise  is  mine." 

Tlius  slie  :  but  blushes  ill-restrain'd  betray 
Her  thoughts  intentive  on  the  bridal  day, 
The  conscious  sire  the  dawning  blush  survey'd. 
And,  smiling,  thus  bespoke  the  blooming  maid  : 
"  My  cMld,  my  darling  joy,  the  car  receive  ; 
That,  and  whate'er  our  daughter  asks,  we  give." 

Sv.'it't  at  the  royal  nod  the  attending  train 
The  car  prepare,  the  mules  incessant  rein. 
The  blooming  virgin  with  despatchful  cares 
Tunics,  and  stoles,  and  robes  imperial,  bears. 
The  queen,  assiduous,  to  her  train  assigns 
The  sumptuous  viands,  and  the  flavorous  wines. 
The  train  prepare  a  cruse  of  curious  mould, 
A  cruse  of  fragrance,  form'd  of  burnish'd  gold  ; 
Odour  divine  !  whose  soft  refreshing  streunis 
Sleek  the  smooth  skin,  and  scent  the  snowy  limbs. 

Now  mounting  the  gay  seat,  the  silken  reins 
Shine  in  her  hand  ;  along  the  sounding  plains 
Swift  fly  the  mules  :  nor  rode  the  nymph  alone  ; 
Around,  a  bevy  of  bright  damsels  shone. 
They  seek  the  cisterns  v/here  Phaeacian  dames 
Wash  their  fair  garments  in  the  limpid  streams  ; 
Where,  gathering  into  depth  from  falling  rills, 
The  lucid  wave  a  spacious  bason  fills. 
The  mules,  unharness'd,  range  beside  the  main. 
Or  crop  the  verdant  herbage  of  the  plain. 

Then  emulous  the  royal  robes  they  lave. 
And  plunge  the  vestures  in  the  cleansing  wave 
(The  vestures  cleansed  o'erspread  the  shelly  sand. 
Their  snowy  lustre  whitens  all  the  strand)  ; 
Then  with  a  short  repast  relieve  their  toil, 
And  o'er  their  limbs  diiluse  ambrosial  oil ; 
And  while  the  robes  imbibe  the  solar  ray, 
O'er  the  green  mead  the  sporting  virgins  play 
(Their  shining  veils  unbound).     Along  the  skies, 
Toss'd  and  retoss'd,  the  ball  incessant  flies. 
They  sport,  they  feast  ;  Nausicaa  lifts  her  voice. 
And,  warbling  sweet,  makes  earth  and  heaven  rejoice. 

As  when  o'er  Erymanth  Diana  roves. 
Or  wide  Taygetus'  resounding  groves  ; 
A  sylvan  train  the  huntress  queen  surrounds. 
Her  rattling  quiver  from  her  shoulders  sounds  : 
Fierce  in  the  sport,  along  the  mountain's  brow 
They  bay  the  boar,  or  chase  the  bounding  roe  ; 
High  o'er  the  lawn,  with  more  majestic  pace, 
Above  the  nymphs  she  treada  with  stately  grace  ; 


108  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Distinguisli'd  excellence  the  goddess  proves  ; 
Exults  Latoua  as  tlie  virgin  moves. 
With  equal  grace  Nausicaa  trod  the  plain, 
And  shone  transcendent  o'er  the  beauteous  train. 

Meantime  (the  care  and  favourite  of  the  skies 
Wrapp'd  in  imbowering  shade,  Ulysses  lies. 
His  woes  forgot !  but  Pallas  now  address'd 
To  break  the  bands  of  all-composing  rest. 
Forth  from  her  snowy  hand  Nausicaa  threw 
The  various  ball  ;  the  ball  erroneous  flew. 
And  swam  the  stream  ;  loud  shrieks  tlie  virgin  train, 
And  the  loud  shriek  redoubles  from  the  main. 
Waked  by  the  shrilling  sound,  Ulysses  rose. 
And,  to  tiie  deaf  woods  wailing,  breathed  his  woes  : 

"  Ah  me  !  on  what  inhospitable  coast. 
On  what  new  region  is  Ulysses  toss'd  ; 
Possess'd  by  wild  barbarians  fierce  in  arms  ; 
Or  men,  whose  bosom  tender  pity  warms  ? 
^Vhat  sounds  are  these  that  gather  from  the  shores  ? 
The  voice  of  nymphs  that  haunt  the  sylvan  bowers. 
The  fair-hair'd  Dryads  of  the  shady  wood  ; 
Or  azure  daughters  of  the  silver  flood  ; 
Or  human  voice  ?  but  issuing  from  the  shades. 
Why  cease  I  straight  to  learn  what  sound  invades  ?" 

Then,  where  the  grove  with  leaves  umbrageous  bends. 
With  forceful  strength  a  branch  the  hero  rends  ; 
Around  his  loins  the  verdant  cincture  spreads 
A  wreathy  foliage  and  concealing  shades. 
As  when  a  lion  in  the  midnight  hours. 
Beat  by  rude  blasts,  and  wet  with  wintry  showers. 
Descends  teriific  from  the  mountain's  brow  ; 
With  living  flames  his  rolling  eye  balls  glow  ; 
With  conscious  strength  elate,  he  bends  his  way. 
Majestically  fierce,  to  seize  his  prey 
(The  stee'r  or  stag  ;)  or,  with  keen  hunger  bold. 
Springs  o'er  the  fence,  and  dissipates  the  fold. 
No  less  a  terror,  from  the  neighbouring  groves 
(Rough  from  the  tossing  surge)  Ulysses  moves  ; 
Urged  on  by  want,  and  recent  from  the  storms  ; 
The  brackish  ooze  his  manly  grace  deforms. 
Wide  o'er  the  shore  with  many  a  piercing  cry 
To  rocks,  to  caves,  the  frightened  virgins  fly  ; 
All  but  the  nymph  ;  the  nymph  stood  fix'd  alone. 
By  Pallas  arm'd  with  boldness  not  her  own. 
Meantime  in  dubious  thought  the  king  awaits, 
And,  aelf-considerino',  as  he  stands,  debates  j 
Diataat  kia  mouruf  ul  story  to  declare, 


ULYSSES   AND  NAU8ICAA.  109 

Or  prostrate  at  her  knee  address  the  prayer. 
But  fearful  to  offend,  by  wisdom  sway'd, 
At  awful  distance  he  acrosts  the  maid  : 

"  If  from  the  skies  a  goddess,  or  if  earth 
(Imperial  virgin)  boast  thy  glorious  birth, 
To  thee  I  bend  !     If  in  that  bright  disguise 
Thou  visit  earth,  a  daughter  of  the  skies, 
Hail,  Dian,  hail !  the  huntress  of  the  groves 
So  shines  majestic,  and  so  stately  moves. 
So  breathes  an  air  divine  !     But  if  thy  race 
Be  mortal,  and  this  earth  thy  native  place, 
Blest  is  the  father  from  whose  loins  you  sprung. 
Blest  is  the  mother  at  whose  breast  you  hung. 
Blest  are  the  brethren  who  thy  blood  divide, 
To  such  a  miracle  of  charms  allied  : 
Joyful  they  see  applauding  princes  gaze. 
When  stately  in  the  dance  you  swim  the  harmonious  maze. 
But  blest  o'er  all,  the  youth  with  heavenly  charms. 
Who  clasps  the  bright  perfection  in  his  arms  ! 
Never,  I  never  view'd  till  this  bh  st  hour 
Such  finish'd  grace  !     I  gaze,  and  I  adore  ! 
Thus  seems  the  palm,  with  stately  honours  crown'd 
By  Phoebus'  altars  ;  thus  o'erlooks  the  ground  ; 
The  pride  of  Delos.     (By  the  Delian  coast, 
I  voyaged,  leader  of  a  warrior-host. 
But  ah,  how  changed  !  from  thence  my  sorrow  flows ; 
O  fatal  voyage,  source  of  all  my  woes  !) 
Raptured  I  stood,  and  as  this  hour  amazed, 
With  reverence  at  the  lofty  wonder  gazed  : 
Raptured  I  stand  !  for  earth  ne'er  knew  to  bear 
A  plant  so  stately,  or  a  nymph  so  fair. 
Awed  from  access,  I  lift  my  suppliant  hands  ; 
For  Misery,  O  queen  !  before  thee  stands. 
Twice  ten  tempestuous  nights  I  roU'd,  resign'd 
To  roaring  billows,  and  the  warring  wind  ; 
Heaven  bade  the  deep  to  spare  ;  but  heaven,  my  foe. 
Spares  only  to  inflict  some  mightier  woe. 
Inured  to  cares,  to  death  in  all  its  forms  ; 
Outcast  I  rove,  familiar  with  the  storms. 
Once  more  I  view  the  face  of  human  kind  : 
Oh  let  soft  pity  touch  thy  generous  mind  ! 
Unconscious  of  what  air  I  breathe,  I  stand 
Naked,  defenceless  on  a  narrow  land. 
Propitious  to  my  wants,  a  vest  supply 
To  guard  the  wretched  from  the  inclement  sky ; 
So  may  the  gods,  who  heaven  and  earth  control, 
Crowu  the  Guaste  wishes  of  thy  virtuous  soul. 


110  THE    ODYSSEY   OF    HOMER. 

On  thy  soft  hours  their  choicest  blessmgs  shed  i 
Blest  with  a  husband  be  thy  bridal  bed  ; 
Blest  be  thy  husband  with  a  blooming  race. 
And  lasting  union  crown  your  blissful  days. 
The  gods,  when  they  supremely  bless,  bestow 
Finn  union  on  their  favourites  below  : 
Then  envy  grieves,  with  inly-pining  hate  ; 
The  good  exult,  and  heaven  is  in  our  state." 

To  whom  the  nympli  :  "  O  stranger,  cease  thy  care  ; 
Wise  is  thy  soul,  but  man  is  born  to  bear  : 
Jove  weighs  affairs  of  earth  in  dubious  scales, 
And  the  good  suffers,  while  the  bad  prevails. 
Bear,  with  a  soul  resign'd,  the  will  of  Jove  ; 
Who  breathes,  must  mourn  :  thy  woes  are  from  above. 
But  since  thou  tread'st  our  hospitable  shore, 
'Tis  mine  to  bid  the  wretched  grieve  no  more, 
To  clothe  the  naked,  and  tliy  way  to  guide. 
Know,  the  Phseacian  tribes  this  laud  divide  ; 
From  great  Alcinoiis'  royal  loins  I  spring, 
A  happy  nation,  and  a  happy  king." 

Then  to  her  maids  :  "  Why,  why,  ye  coward  train. 
These  fears,  this  flight  ?  ye  fear,  and  fly  in  vain. 
Dread  ye  a  foe  1  dismiss  that  idle  dread, 
'Tis  death  with  hostile  step  these  shores  to  tread  ; 
Safe  in  the  love  of  heaven,  an  ocean  flows 
Around  our  realm,  a  barrier  from  the  foes  ; 
'Tis  ours  this  son  of  sorrow  to  relieve. 
Cheer  the  sad  heart,  nor  let  affliction  grieve. 
By  Jove  the  stranger  and  the  poor  are  sent ; 
And  what  to  those  we  give  to  Jove  is  lent. 
Then  food  supply,  and  bathe  his  fainting  limbs 
Where  waving  shades  obscure  the  mazy  streams." 

Obedient  to  the  call,  the  chief  they  guide 
To  the  calm  current  of  the  secret  tide  ; 
Close  by  the  stream  a  royal  dress  they  lay, 
A  vest  and  robe,  with  rich  embroidery  gay  : 
Then  unguents  in  a  vase  of  gold  supply. 
That  breathed  a  fragrance  through  the  balmy  sky. 

To  them  the  king  :     "  No  longer  I  detain 
Your  friendly  care  :  retire,  ye  virgin  train  !• 
Retire,  while  from  my  wearied  limbs  I  lave 
The  foul  pollution  of  the  briny  wave. 
Ye  gods  I  since  this  worn  frame  refection  knew. 
What  scenes  have  I  surveyed  of  dreadful  view  ! 
But,  nymphs,  recede  !  sage  chastity  denies 
To  raise  the  blush,  or  pain  the  modest  eyes." 

The  nymphs  withdrawn,  at  once  into  the  tide 


"DLYSSES   AND   l^ATJSICAA.  lit 

Active  he  bounds  ;  the  flashing  waves  divide  : 
O'er  all  his  limbs  his  hands  the  waves  diffuse. 
And  from  his  locks  compress  the  weedy  ooze ; 
The  balmy  oil,  a  fragrant  shower,  he  sheds  ; 
Then,  dressed,  in  pomp  magnificently  treads. 
The  warrior-goddess  gives  his  frame  to  shine 
With  majesty  enlarged,  and  air  divine  : 
Back  from  his  brows  a  length  of  hair  unfurls. 
His  hyacinthine  locks  descend  in  wavy  curls. 
As  by  some  artist,  to  whom  Vulcan  gives 
His  skill  divine,  a  breathing  statue  lives  ; 
By  Pallas  taught,  he  frames  the  wondrous  mould. 
And  o'er  the  silver  pours  the  fusile  gold. 
So  Pallas  his  heroic  frame  jmproves 
With  heavenly  bloom,  and  like  a  god  he  moves. 
A  fragrance  breathes  around  ;  majestic  grace 
Attends  his  steps  :  the  astonished  virgins  gaze. 
Soft  he  reclines  along  the  murmuring  seas. 
Inhaling  freshness  from  the  fanning  breeze. 

The  wondering  nymph  his  glorious  port  survey'd. 
And  to  her  damsels,  with  amazement,  said  : 

"  Not  without  care  divine  the  stranger  treads 
This  land  of  joy  ;  his  steps  some  godhead  leads  : 
Would  Jove  destroy  him,  sure  he  had  been  driven 
Far  from  this  realm,  the  favourite  isle  of  heaven. 
Late,  a  sad  spectacle  of  woe,  he  trod 
The  desert  sands,  and  now  he  looks  a  god. 
Oh  heaven  !  in  my  connubial  hour  decree 
This  man  my  spouse,  or  such  a  spouse  as  he  ! 
But  haste,  the  viands  and  the  bowl  provide." 
The  maids  the  viands  and  the  bowl  supplied  : 
Eager  he  fed,  for  keen  his  hunger  raged, 
And  with  the  generous  vintage  thirst  assuaged. 

Now  on  return  her  care  Nausicaa  bends. 
The  robes  resumes,  the  glittering  car  ascends. 
Far  blooming  o'er  the  field  ;  and  as  she  press'd 
The  splendid  seat,  the  listening  chief  address'd  : 

"  Stranger,  arise  !  the  sun  rolls  down  the  day, 
Lo,  to  the  palace  I  direct  thy  way  ; 
Where,  in  high  state,  the  nobles  of  the  land 
Attend  my  royal  sire,  a  radiant  band. 
But  hear,  though  wisdom  in  thy  soul  presides. 
Speaks  from  thy  tongue,  and  every  action  guides ; 
Advance  at  distance,  while  1  pass  the  plain 
Where  o'er  the  furrows  waves  the  golden  grain  : 
Alone  I  reascend — With  airy  mounds 
A  strength  of  wall  the  guarded  city  bounds  ; 


112  THE  ODYSSEY   OP  HOMElt. 

The  jutting  land  two  ample  bays  divides  : 

Full  through  the  narrow  mouths  descend  the  tides ; 

The  spacious  basons  arching  rocks  enclose, 

A  sure  defence  from  every  storm  that  blows. 

Close  to  the  bay  great  Neptune's  fane  adjoins  ; 

And  near,  a  forum  flank'd  with  marble  shines, 

Where  the  bold  youth,  the  numerous  fleets  to  store. 

Shape  the  broad  sail,  or  smooth  the  taper  oar  : 

For  not  the  bow  they  bend,  nor  boast  the  skill 

To  give  the  feather'd  arrow  wings  to  kill ; 

But  the  tall  mast  above  the  vessel  rear, 

Or  teach  the  fluttering  sail  to  float  in  air. 

They  rush  into  the  deep  with  eager  joy. 

Climb  the  steep  surge,  and  through  the  tempest  fly  ; 

A  proud,  unpolish'd  race — To  me  belongs 

The  care  to  shun  the  blast  of  slanderous  tongues ; 

Lest  malice,  prone  the  virtuous  to  defame. 

Thus  with  wild  censure  taint  my  spotless  name  : 

'  What  stranger  this  whom  thus  Nausicaa  leads  I 

Heavens,  with  what  graceful  majesty  he  treads  I 

Perhaps  a  native  of  some  distant  shore, 

The  future  consort  of  her  bridal  hour  : 

Or  rather  some  descendant  of  the  skies  : 

Won  by  her  prayer,  the  aerial  bridegroom  fliea. 

Heaven  on  that  hour  its  choicest  influence  shed. 

That  gave  a  foreign  spouse  to  crown  her  bed  ! 

All,  all  the  godlike  worthies  that  adorn 

This  realm,  she  flies  :  Phaeacia  is  her  scorn.' 

And  just  the  blame  :  for  female  innocence 

Not  only  flies  the  guilt,  but  sliuns  the  offence  : 

The  unguarded  virgin,  as  unchaste,  I  blame  ; 

And  the  least  freedom  with  the  sex  is  shame, 

Till  our  consenting  sires  a  spouse  provide, 

And  public  nuptials  justify  the  bride. 

But  would'st  thou  soon  review  thy  native  plain? 

Attend,  and  speedy  thou  shalt  pass  the  main  : 

Nigh  where  a  grove  with  verdant  poplars  crown'd. 

To  Pallas  sacred,  shades  the  holy  ground. 

We  bend  our  way  ;  a  bubbling  fount  distiUa 

A  lucid  lake,  and  thence  descends  in  rills  ; 

Around  the  grove,  a  mead  with  lively  green 

Falls  by  degrees,  and  fonns  a  beauteous  scene  ; 

Here  a  rich  juice  the  royal  vineyard  pours  ; 

And  there  the  garden  yields  a  waste  of  flowers. 

Hence  lies  the  town,  as  far  as  to  the  ear 

Floi  ts  a  strong  shout  along  the  waves  of  air. 

There  wait  embower'd,  while  I  ascend  alone 


ULYSSES  AND   NAUSICAA.  HB 

To  great  Alcinoiis  on  his  royal  throne. 
Arrived,  advance,  impatient  of  delay, 
And  to  the  lofty  palace  bend  thy  way  : 
The  lofty  palace  overlooks  the  town. 
From  every  dome  by  pomp  superior  known  ; 
A  child  may  point  the  way.    With  earnest  gait 
Seek  thou  the  queen  along  the  rooms  of  state  ; 
Her  royal  hand  a  wondrous  work  designs, 
Around  a  circle  of  bright  damsels  shines  ; 
Part  twist  the  threads,  and  part  the  wool  dispose. 
While  with  the  purple  orb  the  spindle  glows. 
High  on  a  throne,  amid  the  Scherian  powers. 
My  royal  father  shares  the  genial  hours  ; 
But  to  the  queen  thy  mournful  tale  disclose, 
With  the  prevailing  eloquence  of  woes  : 
So  shalt  thou  view  with  joy  thy  natal  shore. 
Though  mountains  rise  between  and  oceans  roar." 

She  added  not,  but  waving,  as  she  wheel'd. 
The  silver  scourge,  it  glitter'd  o'er  the  field  : 
With  skill  the  virgin  guides  the  embroider'd  rein, 
Slow  rolls  the  car  before  the  attending  train. 
Now  whirling  down  the  heavens,  the  golden  day 
Shot  through  the  western  clouds  a  dewy  ray  ; 
The  grove  they  reach,  where,  from  the  sacred  shade. 
To  Pallas  thus  the  pensive  hero  pray'd  : 

"  Daughter  of  Jove  I  whose  arms  in  thunder  wield 
The  avenging  bolt,  and  shake  the  dreadful  shield  ; 
Forsook  by  thee,  in  vain  I  sought  thy  aid 
When  booming  billows  closed  above  my  head  ; 
Attend,  unconquer'd  maid  !  accord  my  vows, 
Bid  the  Great  hear,  and  pitying,  heal  my  woes." 

This  heard  Minerva,  but  forbore  to  fly 
(By  Neptune  awed)  apparent  from  the  sky  : 
Stern  god  !  who  raged  with  vengeance  unrestrain'd. 
Till  great  Ulysses  hail'd  his  native  land.  \ 


BOOK  VII. 


ARGUMENT. 


THE  COTTRT  OP  ALCIN0U8. 

/he  princess  Nausicaa  returns  to  the  city,  and  Ulysses  soon  after  fol- 
lows thilher.  He  is  met  by  Pallas  in  the  form  of  a  youns;  virgin,  who 
guides  him  to  the  palace,  and  directs  him  in  what  manner  to  address 
the  queen  Arete.  She  then  involves  hiin  in  a  mist  which  causes  him 
to  pass  invisible.  The  palace  aud  gardens  of  Alcinoiis  described. 
Ulysses  falling  at  the  feet  of  the  queen,  the  mist  disperses,  the  Phsea- 
cians  admire,  and  receive  him  with  respect.  The  queen  inquiring  by 
what  means  he  had  thegarments  he  then  wore,  he  relates  to  her  and 
Alcinoiis  his  departure  from  Calypso,  and  his  arrival  in  their  domin- 
ions. 
The  same  day  continues,  and  the  book  ends  with  the  night. 

The  patient  heavenly  man  thus  suppliant  pray'd  ; 

While  the  slow  mules  draws  on  the  imperial  maid  : 

Through  the  proud  street  she  moves,  the  public  gaze  ; 

The  turning  wheel  before  the  palace  stays. 

With  ready  love  her  brothers,  gathering  round, 

Received  tlie  vestures,  and  the  mules  unbound. 

She  seeks  the  bridal  bower  :  a  matron  there 

The  rising  fire  supplies  with  busy  care. 

Whose  charms  in  youth  her  father's  heart  inflamed. 

Now  worn  with  age,  Eurymedusa  named  : 

The  captive  dame  Phieacian  rovers  bore, 

Snatch'd  from  Epirus,  her  sweet  native  shore 

(A  grateful  prize),  and  in  her  bloom  bestow'd 

On  good  Alcinoiis,  honour'd  as  a  god  ; 

N  urse  of  Nausicaa  from  her  infant  years. 

And  tender  second  to  a  mother's  cares. 

Now  from  the  sacred  thicket  where  he  lay. 
To  town  Ulysses  took  the  winding  way. 
Propitious  Pallas,  to  secure  her  care. 
Around  him  spread  a  veil  of  thicken'd  air  ; 
To  shun  the  encounter  of  the  vulgar  crowd, 
Insulting  still,  inquisitive  and  loud. 
When  near  the  famed  Phseacian  walls  he  drew. 
The  beauteous  city  opening  to  his  view, 

_     (114) 


THE   COURT   OF   ALCINOIJS.  lli 

His  step  a  virgin  met,  and  stood  before  : 
A  polisli'd  urn  the  seeming  virgin  bore, 
And  youtliful  smiled  ;  but  in  tlie  low  disguise 
Lay  liid  tlie  goddess  with  the  azure  eyes. 

"  Sliow  me,  fair  daugliter  (tlius  the  chief  demands). 
The  house  of  him  who  rules  these  happy  lands 
Through  many  woes  and  wanderings,  lo  !  I  come 
To  good  Alcinoils'  hospitable  dome. 
Far  from  my  native  coast,  I  rove  alone, 
A  wretched  stranger,  and  of  all  unknown  ! 

The  goddess  answer'd  :  Father,  I  obey. 
And  point  the  wandering  traveller  his  way  : 
Well  known  to  me  the  palace  you  inquire, 
For  fast  beside  it  dwells  my  honour'd  sire  : 
But  silent  march,  nor  greet  the  common  train 
With  question  needless,  or  inquiry  vain  : 
A  race  of  rugged  mariners  are  these, — 
Unpolish'd  men,  and  boisterous  as  their  seae 
The  native  islanders  alone  their  care. 
And  hateful  he  who  breathes  a  foreign  air. 
These  did  the  ruler  of  the  deep  ordain 
To  build  proud  navies,  and  command  the  main  ; 
On  canvas  wings  to  cut  the  watery  way  ; 
No  bird  so  light,  no  thought  so  swift  as  they. " 

Thus  having  spoke,  the  unknown  celestial  leads  : 
The  footsteps  of  the  deity  he  treads, 
And  secret  moves  along  the  crowded  space. 
Unseen  of  all  the  rude  Phaeacian  race. 
(So  Pallas  order'd.     Pallas  to  their  eyes 
The  mist  olijected,  and  condensed  the  skies.) 
The  chief  with  wonder  sees  the  extended  streets, 
The  spreading  harbours,  and  the  riding  fleets  ; 
He  next  their  princes'  lofty  domes  admires. 
In  separate  islands,  crown'd  with  rising  spires  ; 
And  deep  entrenchments,  and  high  walls  of  stone. 
That  gird  the  city  like  a  marble  zone. 
At  length  the  kingly  palace-gates  he  view'd  ; 
There  stopp'd  the  goddess,  and  her  speech  renew'd  : 

"  My  task  is  done  ;  the  mansion  you  inquire 
Appears  before  you  :  enter,  and  admire. 
High-throned,  and  feasting,  there  thou  shalt  behold 
The  sceptred  rulers.     Fear  not,  but  be  bold  : 
A  decent  boldness  ever  meets  with  friends, 
Succeeds,  and  even  a  stranger  recommends 
First  to  the  queen  prefer  a  suppliant's  claim, 
Alcinous'  queen,  Arete  is  her  name. 
The  same  her  parents,  and  her  power  the  same. 


il6  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEE. 

For  know,  from  ocean's  god  Nausithous  sprung. 

And  Peribsea,  beautiful  and  young 

(Eurymedon's  last  hope,  who  ruled  of  old 

The  race  of  giants,  impious,  proud,  and  bold  : 

Perish'd  the  nation  in  unrighteous  war, 

Perish'd  the  prince,  and  left  this  only  heir). 

Who  now,  by  Neptune's  amorous  power  compress'd. 

Produced  a  monarch  that  liis  people  bless'd. 

Father  and  prince  of  the  Phaeacian  name  ; 

From  him  Rhexenor  and  Alcinoils  came. 

The  first  by  Phoebus'  burning  arrows  fired, 

New  from  his  nuptials,  hapless  youth  !  expired. 

No  son  survived  ;  Arete  heir'd  his  state. 

And  her,  Alcinoils  chose  his  royal  mate. 

With  honours  yet  to  womankind  unknown. 

This  queen  he  graces,  and  divides  the  throne  ; 

In  equal  tenderness  her  sons  conspire, 

And  all  the  children  emulate  their  sire. 

When  through  the  streets  she  gracious  deigns  to  move 

(The  public  wonder  and  the  public  love), 

The  tongues  of  all  with  transport  sound  her  praise. 

The  eyes  of  all,  as  on  a  goddess,  gaze. 

She  feels  the  triumph  of  a  generous  breast  : 

To  heal  divisions,  to  relieve  the  oppress'd  ; 

In  virtue  rich  ;  in  blessing  others,  bless'd. 

Go  then  secure,  thy  humble  suit  prefer. 

And  owe  thy  country  and  thy  friends  to  her." 

With  that  the  goddess  deign'd  no  longer  stay, 
•But  o'er  the  world  of  waters  wing'd  her  way  : 
Forsaking  Scheria's  ever-pleasing  shore. 
The  winds  to  Marathon  the  virgin  bore  : 
Thence,  where  proud  Athens  rears  her  towery  head, 
With  opening  streets  and  shining  structures  spread. 
She  pass'd,  delighted  with  the  well-known  seats  ; 
And  to  Erectheus'  sacred  dome  retreats. 

Meanwhile  Ulysses  at  the  palace  waits, 
There  stops,  and  anxious  with  his  soul  debates, 
Fix'd  in  amaze  before  the  royal  gates. 
The  front  appear'd  with  radiant  splendours  gay. 
Bright  as  the  lamp  of  night,  or  orb  of  day. 
The  walls  were  massy  brass  :  the  cornice  high 
Blue  metals  crown'd  in  colours  of  the  sky  ; 
Rich  plates  of  gold  the  folding  doors  incase  ; 
The  pillars  silver,  on  a  brazen  base  ; 
Silver  the  lintels  deep-projecting  o'er, 
And  gold  the  ringlets  that  command  the  door. 
Two  rows  of  stately  dogs,  on  either  haod, 


THB   COURT   OP  ALCINOUS.  117 

In  sculptured  gold  and  labour'd  silver  stand. 

These  Vulcan  form'd  with  art  divine,  to  w^ait 

Immortal  guardians  at  Alcinoiis'  gate  ; 

Alive  each  animated  frame  appears, 

And  still  to  live  beyond  the  power  of  years. 

Fair  thrones  within  from  space  to  space  were  raised. 

Where  various  carpets  with  embroidery  blazed, 

The  work  of  matrons  :  these  the  princes  press'd. 

Day  following  day,  a  long-continued  feast. 

Refulgent  pedestals  the  walls  suri'ound. 

Which  boys  of  gold  with  flaming  torches  crown'd  ; 

The  polish'd  oar,  reflecting  every  ray. 

Blazed  on  the  banquets  with  a  double  day. 

Full  fifty  handmaids  form  the  household  train  ; 

Some  turn  the  mill,  or  sift  the  golden  grain  ; 

Some  ply  the  loom  ;  their  busy  fingers  move 

Like  poplar-leaves  when  Zephyr  fans  the  grove. 

Not  more  renown'd  the  men  of  Scheria's  isle 

For  sailing  arts  and  all  the  naval  toil, 

Than  works  of  female  skill  their  women's  pride. 

The  flying  shuttle  through  the  threads  to  guide  : 

Pallas  to  these  her  double  gifts  imparts. 

Inventive  genius,  and  industrious  arts. 

.  Close  to  the  gates  a  spacious  garden  lies. 
From  storms  defended  and  inclement  skies. 
Four  acres  was  the  allotted  space  of  ground. 
Fenced  with  a  green  enclosure  all  around. 
Tall  thriving  trees  confess'd  the  fruitful  mould  : 
The  reddening  apple  ripens  here  to  gold. 
Here  the  blue  fig  with  luscious  juice  o'erflows, 
With  deeper  red  the  full  pomegranate  glows  : 
The  branch  here  bends  beneath  the  weighty  pear. 
And  verdant  olives  flourish  round  the  year. 
The  balmy  spirit  of  the  western  gale 
Eternal  breathes  on  fruits,  untaught  to  fail  : 
Each  dropping  pear  a  following  pear  supplies. 
On  apples  apples,  figs  on  figs  arise  : 
The  same  mild  season  gives  the  blooms  to  blow. 
The  buds  to  harden,  and  the  fruits  to  grow. 
Here  order'd  vines  in  equal  ranks  appear, 
With  all  the  united  labours  of  the  year  ; 
Some  to  unload  the  fertile  branches  run, 
Some  dry  the  blackening  clusters  in  the  gnu. 
Others  to  tread  the  liquid  harvest  join  : 
The  groaning  presses  foam  with  floods  of  wlud. 
Here  are  the  vines  in  early  flower  descried. 
Here  gtApes  discolour'd  on  the  ferinny  side, 


118  THE    ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

And  there  in  autumn's  richest  purple  dyed. 

Beds  of  all  various  herbs,  for  ever  green, 
In  beauteous  order  terminate  ihe  scene. 

Two  plenteous  fountains  the  whole  i)rospect  crown'd 
This  through  the  gardens  leads  its  streams  around 
Visits  each  plant,  and  waters  all  the  ground  ; 
While  that  in  pipes  beneath  the  palace  flows. 
And  thence  its  current  on  the  town  bestows  : 
To  various  use  their  various  streams  they  bring, 
The  people  one,  and  one  supplies  the  king. 

Such  were  the  glories  which  the  gods  ordain'd, 
To  grace  Alcinolis,  and  his  happy  land. 
E'en  from  the  chief  whom  men  and  nations  kne'w. 
The  unwonted  sjene  surprise  and  rapture  drew  ; 
In  pleasing  thought  he  ran  the  prospect  o'er. 
Then  hasty  enter'd  at  the  lofty  door. 
Night  now  approaching,  in  the  palace  stand. 
With  goblets  crown'd,  the  rulers  of  the  land  ; 
Prepared  for  rest,  and  offering  to  the  god 
Who  bears  the  virtue  of  the  sleepy  rod, 
Unseen  he  glided  through  the  joyous  crowd. 
With  darkness  circled,  and  an  ambient  cloud. 
Direct  to  great  Alcino'iis'  throne  he  came. 
And  prostrate  f(41  before  tlie  imperial  dame. 
Then  from  around  him  dropp'd  the  veil  of  night ; 
Sudden  he  shines,  and  manifest  to  sight. 
The  nobles  gaze,  with  awful  fear  oppressed  ; 
Silent  they  gaze,  and  eye  the  godlilve  guest. 

"  Daughter  of  great  Rhexenor  !  (thus  began. 
Low  at  her  knees,  the  much-enduring  man) 
To  thee,  thy  consort,  and  this  royal  train. 
To  all  that  share  the  blessings  of  your  reign, 
A  suppliant  b  nds  :  oh  pity  human  woe  ! 
'Tis  what  the  happy  to  the  unhappy  owe. 
A  wretched  exile  to  his  country  send. 
Long  worn  with  griefs,  and  long  without  a  friend 
So  may  the  gods  your  better  days  increase. 
And  all  your  joys  descend  on  all  your  race  ; 
So  reign  for  ever  on  your  country's  breast. 
Your  people  blessing,  by  your  people  bless'd  ! " 

Then  to  the  genial  hearth  he  bow'd  his  face, 
And  humbled  in  the  ashes  took  his  place. 
Silence  ensued.     The  eldest  first  began, 
Echeneus  sage,  a  venerable  man  1 
Whose  well-taught  mind  the  present  age  surpass'd, 
And  join'd  to  that  the  experience  of  the  last. 
Fit  words  attended  on  his  weighty  sense, 


THE  COURT   OF  ALCINoOs.  lid 

And  mild  persuasion  flow'd  in  eloquence. 

"Oh  sight  (he  cried)  dishonest  and  unjust  I 
A  guest,  a  stranger,  seated  in  the  dust ! 
To  raise  the  lowly  suppliant  from  the  ground 
Befits  a  monarch.     Lo  !  the  peers  around 
But  wait  thy  word,  the  gentle  guest  to  grace, 
And  seat  him  fair  in  some  distinguish'd  place. 
Let  first  the  herald  due  libation  pay 
To  Jove,  who  guides  the  wanderer  on  his  way  ; 
Then  set  the  genial  banquet  in  his  view,  i 

And  give  the  stranger -guest  a  stranger's  due." 

His  sage  advice  the  listening  king  obeys, 
He  stretch'd  his  hand  the  prudent  chief  to  raise, 
And  from  his  seat  Laodamas  removed 
(The  mona-ch's  offspring,  and  his  best-beloved) ; 
There  next  his  side  the  godlike  hero  sate  ; 
With  stars  of  silver  shone  the  bed  of  state. 
The  golden  ewer  a  beauteous  handmaid  brings, 
Replenish'd  from  the  cool  translucent  springs. 
Whose  polish'd  vase  with  copious  streams  supplies 
A  silver  laver  of  capacious  size. 
The  table  next  in  regal  order  spread. 
The  glittering  canisters  are  heap'd  with  bread  : 
Viands  of  various  kinds  invite  the  taste. 
Of  choicest  sort  and  savour,  rich  repast  ! 
Thus  feasting  high,  Alcinoiis  gave  the  sign, 
And  bade  the  herald  pour  the  rosy  wine  ; 
"  Let  all  around  the  due  libation  pay 
To  Jove,  who  guides  the  wanderer  on  his  way." 

He  said.     Pontonous  heard  the  king's  command  ; 
The  circling  goblet  moves  from  hand  to  hand  ; 
Each  drinks  the  juice  that  glads  the  heart  of  man. 
Alcinoiis  then,  with  aspect  mild,  began  : 

"  Princes  and  peers,  attend  ;  while  we  impart 
To  you  the  thoughts  of  no  inhuman  heart. 
Now  pleased  and  satiate  from  the  social  rite 
Repair  we  to  the  blessings  of  the  night ; 
But  with  the  rising  day,  assembled  here. 
Let  all  the  elders  of  the  land  appear, 
Pious  observe  our  hospitable  laws. 
And  Heaven  propitiate  in  the  stranger's  cause  ; 
Then  join'd  in  council,  proper  means  explore 
Safe  to  transport  him  to  the  wished-for  shore 
(How  distant  that,  imports  us  not  to  know. 
Nor  weigh  the  labour,  but  relieve  the  woe). 
Meantime,  nor  harm  nor  anguish  let  him  bear  , 
This  interval,  Heaven  tru.sts  him  to  our  care 


i2d  THE  6t>YSSEY  OP   HOMES. 

But  to  his  native  land  our  charge  resign'd. 

Heaven's  is  his  life  to  come,  and  all  the  woes  behind. 

Then  must  he  suffer  what  the  Fates  ordain  ; 

For  Fate  has  wove  the  thread  of  life  with  pain? 

And  twins,  e'en  from  the  birth,  are  Misery  and  Man  I 

But  if,  descended  from  the  Olympian  bower, 

Gracious  approach  us  some  immortal  power  ; 

If  in  that  form  thou  comest  a  guest  divine  : 

Some  high  event  the  conscious  gods  design. 

As  yet,  unbid  they  never  graced  our  feast, 

The  solemn  sacrifice  call'd  down  the  guest ; 

Then  manifest  of  Heaven  the  vision  stood, 

And  to  our  eyes  familiar  was  the  god. 

Oft  with  some  favour'd  traveller  they  stray. 

And  shine  before  him  all  the  desert  way  ; 

With  social  intercourse,  and  face  to  face, 

The  friends  and  guardians  of  our  pious  race. 

So  near  approach  we  their  celestial  kind. 

By  justice,  truth,  and  probity  of  mind  ; 

As  our  dire  neighbours  of  Cyclopean  birth 

Match  in  fierce  wrong  the  giant-sons  of  earth." 

"  Let  no  such  thought  (with  modest  grace  rejoia'd 
The  prudent  Greek)  possess  the  royal  mind. 
Alas  !  a  mortal,  like  thyself,  am  I ; 
No  glorious  native  of  yon  azure  sky  : 
In  form,  ah  how  unlike  their  heavenly  kind  I 
How  more  inferior  in  the  gifts  of  mind  ! 
Alas,  a  mortal  1   most  oppress'd  of  those 
Whom  Fate  has  loaded  with  a  weight  of  woes  ; 
By  a  sad  train  of  miseries  alone 
Distinguish'd  long,  and  second  now  to  none  ! 
By  Heaven's  high  will  compell'd  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
With  Heaven's  high  will  prepared  to  suffer  more. 
What  histories  of  toil  could  I  declare  ! 
But  still  long- wearied  nature  wants  repair  ; 
Spent  with  fatigue,  and  shrunk  with  pining  fast. 
My  craving  bowels  still  require  repast. 
Howe'er  the  noble,  suffering  mind  may  grieve 
Its  load  of  anguish,  and  disdain  to  live, 
Necessity  demands  our  daily  bread  ; 
Hunger  is  insolent,  and  will  be  fed. 
But  finish,  oh  ye  peers  !  what  you  propose, 
And  let  the  morrow's  dawn  conclude  my  woe«. 
Pleased  will  I  suffer  all  the  gods  ordain, 
To  see  my  soil,  my  son,  my  friends  again. 
That  view  vouchsafed,  let  instant  death  surpris* 
With  ever- during  shade  these  happy  eyes  ! " 


THE   COUKT   OF   ALCINOi-S.  121 

The  assembled  peers  ^vitl^  general  praise  approved 
His  pleaded  reason,  and  the  suit  he  moved. 
Each  drinks  a  full  oblivion  of  his  cares, 
And  to  the  gifts  of  balmy  sleep  repairs, 
Ulysses  in  the  regal  walls  alone 
Remain'd  :  beside  him,  on  a  splendid  throne. 
Divine  Arete  and  Alcinoiis  shone. 
The  queen,  on  nearer  view,  the  guest  survey'd. 
Rob'd  in  the  garments  her  own  hands  had  made, 
Not  without  wonder  seen.     Then  thus  began. 
Her  words  addressing  to  the  godlike  man  : 

"  Camest  thou  not  hither,  wondrous  stranger  !  say, 
From  lands  remote,  and  o'er  a  length  of  sea  ? 
Tell,  then,  whence  art  thou?  whence  that  princely  air? 
And  robes  like  these,  so  recent  and  so  fair?" 

"  Hard  is  the  task,  0  princess  !  you  impose 
(Thus  sighing  spoke  the  man  of  many  woes). 
The  long,  the  mournful  series  to  relate 
Of  all  my  sorrows  sent  by  Heaven  and  Fate  ! 
Yet  what  j'ou  ask,  attend.     An  island  lies 
Beyond  these  tracts,  and  under  other  skies, 
Ogygia  named,  in  Ocean's  watery  arms  ; 
Where  dwells  Calypso,  dreadful  in  her  channs  ! 
Remote  from  gods  or  men  she  holds  her  reign, 
Amid  the  terrors  of  a  rolling  main. 
Me,  only  me,  the  hand  of  fortune  bore, 
Unblest  !  to  tread  that  interdicted  shore  : 
When  Jove  tremendous  in  the  sable  deeps 
Launch'd  his  red  lightning  at  our  scattered  ships  ; 
Then,  all  my  fleet,  and  all  my  followers  lost. 
Sole  on  a  plank,  on  boiling  surges  toss'd. 
Heaven  drove  my  wreck  the  Ogygian  isle  to  find. 
Full  nine  days  floating  to  the  wave  and  wind. 
Met  by  the  goddess  there  with  open  arms. 
She  bribed  my  stay  with  more  than  human  charms  ; 
Nay,  promised,  vainly  promised,  to  bestow 
Immortal  life,  exempt  from  age  and  woe  ; 
But  all  her  blandishments  successless  prove. 
To  banish  from  my  breast  my  country's  love. 
I  stay  reluctant  seven  continued  years. 
And  water  her  ambrosial  couch  with  tears. 
The  eighth  she  voluntary  moves  to  part. 
Or  urged  by  Jove,  or  her  own  changeful  heart. 
A  raft  was  formed  to  cross  the  surging  sea  ; 
Herself  supplied  the  stores  and  rich  array. 
And  gave  the  gales  to  waft  me  on  my  way. 
In  seventeen  days  appear'd  your  pleasing  coast, 


12S  THE   ODTSSBT   OF   HOMER. 

And  woody  mountains  half  in  vapours  lost. 

Joy  touched  my  soul  ;  my  soul  was  joy'd  in  vain. 

For  angry  Neptune  roused  the  raging  main  ; 

Tlie  wild  winds  whistle,  and  the  billows  roar  ; 

The  splitting  raft  the  furious  tempest  tore  ; 

And  storms  vindictive  intercept  the  shore. 

Soon  as  their  rage  subsides,  the  seas  I  brave 

With  naked  force,  and  shoot  along  the  wave. 

To  reach  this  isle  ;  but  there  my  hopes  were  lost. 

The  surge  impell'd  me  on  a  craggy  coast. 

I  chose  the  safer  sea,  and  chanced  to  find 

A  river's  mouth  impervious  to  the  wind, 

And  clear  of  rocks.     I  fainted  by  the  flood  ; 

Then  took  the  shelter  of  the  neighbouring  wood. 

'Twas  night,  and,  covered  in  the  foliage  deep, 

Jove  plunged  my  senses  in  the  death  of  sleep. 

All  night  I  slept,  oblivious  of  my  pain  : 

Aurora  dawned  and  Phojijus  sliined  in  vain, 

Nor,  till  oblique  he  sloped  his  evening  ray. 

Had  Somnus  dried  the  balmy  dews  away. 

Then  female  voices  from  the  s1;ore  I  heard  : 

A  maid  amidst  them,  goddess-like  appear'd  ; 

To  her  I  sued,  she  pitied  my  distress  ; 

Like  thee  in  beauty,  nor  in  virtue  less. 

Who  from  such  youth  could  hope  considerate  care  ? 

In  youth  and  beauty  wisdom  is  but  rare  ! 

Slie  gave  me  life,  relieved  with  just  supplies 

My  wants,  and  lent  these  robes  that  strike  your  eyes, 

This  is  the  truth  :  and  oh,  ye  powers  on  liigh  ! 

Forbid  that  want  should  sink  me  to  a  lie." 

To  this  tlie  king  :     "  Our  daughter  but  express'd 
Her  cares  imperfect  to  our  godlike  guest. 
Suppliant  to  her,  since  first  he  chose  to  pray, 
Wliy  not  herself  did  she  <  onduct  the  way. 
And  with  her  handmaids  to  our  court  convey?" 

"  Hero  and  king  (Ulysses  thus  replied) 
Nor  blame  her  faultless  nor  suspect  of  pride  : 
She  bade  me  follow  in  the  attendant  train  ; 
But  fear  and  reverence  did  my  steps  detain. 
Lest  rash  suspicion  might  alarn:  thy  mind  : 
Man's  of  a  jealous  and  mistaken  kind." 

"  Far  from  my  soul  (he  cried)  the  gods  efface 
.\11  wrath  ill-grounded,  and  suspicion  base  ! 
Whate'er  is  honest,  stranger,  I  approve. 
And  would  to  Phoebus,  Pallas,  and  to  Jove, 
Such  as  thou  art,  thy  thought  and  mine  were  one, 
Jsor  thou  unwilling  to  be  called  my  soi\, 


Tttfi  COURT   OP  ALCmotJs,  IS^ 

In  such  alliance  couldst  thou  wish  to  join, 

A  palace  stored  with  treasures  should  be  thine. 

But  if  reluctant,  who  shall  force  thy  stay? 

Jove  bids  to  set  the  stranger  on  his  way, 

And  ships  shall  wait  thee  with  the  morning  ray. 

Till  then,  let  slumber  cross  thy  careful  eyes  : 

The  wakeful  mariners  shall  watch  the  skies, 

And  seize  the  moment  when  the  breezes  rise  : 

Then  gently  waft  thee  to  the  pleasing  shore, 

Where  thy  soul  rests,  and  labour  is  no  more. 

Far  as  Euboea  though  thy  country  lay, 

Our  ships  with  ease  transport  thee  in  a  day. 

Thither  of  old,  earth's  giant  son  to  view, 

On  wings  of  wind  with  IJhadamanth  they  flew  ; 

This  land,  from  whence  their  morning  course  begun, 

Saw  them  returning  with  the  setting  sun. 

Your  eyes  shall  witness  and  confirm  my  tale, 

Our  youth  how  dexterous,  and  how  fleet  our  sail, 

When  justly  timed  with  equal  sweep  they  row. 

And  ocean  whitens  in  long  tracks  below." 

Thus  he.     No  word  the  experienced  man  replies. 
But  thus  to  heaven  (and  heavenward  lifts  his  eyes)- 
"  0  Jove  !  O  father  !  what  the  king  accords 
Do  thou  make  perfect  !  sacred  be  his  words  ! 
Wide  o'er  the  world  Alcinoiis'  glory  shine  ! 
Let  fame  be  his,  and  ah  !  my  country  mine  !  " 

Meantime  Arete,  for  the  hour  of  rest. 
Ordains  the  fleecy  couch,  and  covering  vest  ; 
Bids  her  fair  train  the  purple  quilts  prepare. 
And  the  thick  carpets  spread  with  busy  care. 
"With  torches  blazing  in  their  hands  thev  pass'd. 
And  finish'd  all  their  queen's  command  with  haste  : 
Then  gave  the  signal  to  the  willing  guest  : 
lie  rose  with  pleasure,  and  retired  to  rest. 
There,  soft  extended,  to  the  murmuring  sound 
Of  the  high  porch,  Ulysses  sleeps  profound  ! 
Within,  released  from  cares,  Alcinoiis  lies ; 
And  fiist  beside  were  closed  Arete's  eyes. 


BOOK  VIII. 


ARGUMENT. 

Alclnoiis  calls  a  council,  tn  which  it  is  resolved  to  transport  Ulysses 
into  his  country.  After  which  splendid  entertainments  are  made, 
where  the  celebrated  musician  and  poet,  Demodocus,  phiys  and  siuijs 
to  the  guests.  They  next  proceed  to  the  games,  the  race,  the  wiest- 
ling,  discus,  &c.,  where  Ulysses  casts  a  prodigious  length,  to  tl;e  ad- 
miration of  all  the  spectators.  They  return  again  to  the  banquet  and 
Demodocus  sings  the  loves  of  Mars  and  Venus.    Ulysses,  after  a  com- 

Eliment  to  the  poet,  desires  him  to  sing  the  introduction  of  the  v,  ooden 
orse  into  Troy,  which  subject  provoking  his  tears,  Alcinoiis  inquires 
of  his  guest  his  name,  parentage,  and  fortunes . 

Now  fair  Aurora  lifts  her  golden  ray, 
And  all  the  ruddy  orient  flames  with  day : 
Alcinoiis,  and  the  chief,  with  dawning  light. 
Rose  instant  from  the  slumbers  of  the  night ; 
Then  to  the  council-seat  they  bend  their  way. 
And  fill  the  shining  thrones  along  the  bay. 

Meanwhile  Minerva,  in  her  guardian  care, 
Shoots  from  the  starry  vault  through  fields  of  air  ; 
In  form,  a  herald  of  the  king,  she  flies 
From  peer  to  peer,  and  thus  incessant  cries  : 

"  Nobles  and  chiefs  who  rule  Phaeacia's  states, 
The  king  in  council  your  attendance  waits  ; 
A  prince  of  grace  divine  your  aid  implores. 
O'er  unknown  seas  arrived  from  unknown  shores." 

She  spoke,  and  sudden  with  tumultuous  sounds 
Of  thronging  multitudes  the  shore  rebounds  : 
At  once  the  seats  they  fill  ;  and  every  eye 
Gazed,  as  before  some  brother  of  the  sky. 
Pallas  with  grace  divine  his  form  improves. 
More  high  he  treads,  and  more  enlarged  he  moves  : 
She  sheds  celestial  bloom,  regard  to  draw  ; 
And  gives  a  dignity  of  mien,  to  awe  ; 
With  strength,  the  future  prize  of  fame  to  play. 
And  gather  all  the  honours  of  the  day. 

Then  from  his  glittering  throne  Alcinoiis  rose  : 
"  Attend  (he  cried)  while  we  our  will  disclose. 
Your  present  aid  this  godlike  stranger  craves, 
Toss'd  by  rude  tempest  throuerh  a  war  of  waves  : 
(  124  ) 


THE   COURT  OF  ALCINOU8.  186 

Perhaps  from  realms  that  view  the  rising  day. 

Or  nations  subject  to  the  western  ray. 

Then  grant,  what  here  all  sons  of  woe  obtain 

(For  here  affliction  never  pleads  in  vain) : 

Be  chosen  youth  prepared,  expert  to  try 

The  vast  profound,  and  bid  the  vessel  fly  : 

Launch  the  tall  bark,  and  order  every  oar  ; 

Then  in  our  court  indulge  the  genial  hour. 

Instant,  you  sailors  to  this  task  attend  ; 

Swift  to  the  palace,  all  ye  peers  ascend  ; 

Let  none  to  strangers  honours  due  disclaim  : 

Be  there  Demodocus,  the  bard  of  fame, 

Taught  by  the  gods  to  please,  when  high  he  sings 

The  vocal  lay,  responsive  to  the  strings. " 

Thus  spoke  the  prince  :  the  attending  peers  obey  ; 

In  state  they  move  ;   Alcinoiis  leads  the  way  : 

Swift  to  Demodocus  the  herald  flies. 

At  once  the  sailors  to  their  charge  arise  : 

They  launch  the  vessel,  and  unfurl  the  sails. 

And  stretch  the  swelling  canvas  to  the  gales  ; 

Then  to  the  palace  move  :  a  gathering  throng, 

Youth,  and  white  age,  tumultuous  pour  along. 

Now  all  accesses  to  the  dome  are  fiU'd  ; 

Eight  boars,  the  choicest  of  the  herd,  are  kill'd  ; 

Two  beeves,  twelve  fatlings,  from  the  flock  they  bring 

To  crown  the  feast  ;  so  wills  the  bounteous  king. 

The  herald  now  arrives,  and  guides  along 

The  sacred  master  of  celestial  song  ; 

Dear  to  the  Muse  !  who  gave  his  days  to  flow 

With  mighty  blessings,  mix'd  with  mighty  woe  ; 

With  clouds  of  darkness  quench'd  his  visual  ray, 

But  gave  him  skill  to  raise  the  lofty  lay. 

High  on  a  radiant  throne  sublime  in  state, 

Encircled  by  huge  multitudes,  he  sate  : 

With  silver  shone  the  throne  :  his  lyre,  well  strung  |r 

To  rapturous  sounds,  at  hand  Pontonous  hung. 

Before  his  seat  a  polish'd  table  shines, 

And  a  full  goblet  foams  with  generous  wines  ; 

His  food  a  herald  bore  :  and  now  they  fed  ; 

And  now  the  rage  of  craving  hunger  fled. 

Then,  fired  by  all  the  Muse,  aloud  he  sings 
The  mighty  deeds  of  demigods  and  kings  : 
Prom  that  fierce  wrath  the  noble  song  arose. 
That  made  Ulysses  and  Achilles  foes  : 
How  o'er  the  feast  they  doom  the  fall  of  Troy  ; 
The  stern  debate  Atrides  hears  with  joy  : 
For  Heaven  foretold  the  contest,  when  "he  trod 


126  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

The  marble  threshold  of  the  Delphic  god, 
Curious  to  learn  the  counsels  of  the  sky, 
Ere  yet  he  loosed  the  rage  of  war  on  Troy. 

Touch'd  at  the  song,  Ulysses  straight  resign'd 
To  soft  affliction  all  his  manly  mind. 
Before  his  eyes  the  purple  vest  he  drew. 
Industrious  to  conceal  the  falling  dew  : 
But  when  the  music  paused,  he  ceased  to  shed 
The  flowing  tear,  and  raised  his  drooping  head  ; 
And,  lifting  to  the  gods  a  goblet  crown'd. 
He  pour'd  a  pure  libation  to  the  ground. 

Transported  with  the  song,  the  listening  train 
Again  with  loud  applause  demand  the  strain  : 
Again  Ulysses  veil'd  his  pensive  head. 
Again  unmann'd,  a  shower  of  sorrows  shed  ; 
Conceal'd  he  wept  :  the  king  observed  alone 
The  silent  tear,  and  heard  the  secret  groan  ; 
Then  to  the  bard  aloud — "  0  cease  to  sing, 
Dumb  be  thy  voice  and  mute  the  harmonious  string 
Enough  the  feast  has  pleased,  enough  the  power 
Of  heavenly  song  has  crown'd  the  genial  hour  ! 
Incessant  in  the  games  your  streng-th  display. 
Contest,  ye  brave,  the  honours  of  the  day  ! 
That  pleased  the  admiring  stranger  may  proclaim 
In  distant  regions  the  Phseacian  fame  : 
None  wield  the  gauntlet  with  so  dire  a  sway. 
Or  swifter  in  the  race  devour  the  way  ; 
None  in  the  leap  spring  with  so  strong  a  bound. 
Or  firmer,  in  the  wrestling,  press  the  ground." 

Til  us  spoke  the  king  ;  the  attending  peers  obey  ; 
In  state  tliey  move,  Alcinoiis  lends  the  way  : 
His  golden  lyre  Demodocus  unstrung. 
High  on  a  column  in  the  palace  hung  ; 
And  guided  by  a  herald's  guardian  cares, 
Majestic  to  the  lists  of  Fame  repairs. 

Now  swarms  the  populace  :  a  countless  throng, 
Youth  and  hoar  age  ;  and  man  drives  man  along. 
The  games  b^gin  :  ambitious  of  the  prize, 
Acroneus,  Tlioon,  and  Eretmeus  lise  ; 
The  prize  Ocyalus  and  Prj^mneus  claim, 
Anchialus  and  Ponteus,  chiefs  of  fame. 
There  Proreus,  Nautes,  Eratreus,  appear 
And  famed  Amphialus,  Polyneus'  heir  ; 
Euryalus,  like  Mars  terrific,  rose. 
When  clad  in  wrath  he  withers  hosts  of  foes  ; 
Naubolides  with  grace  unequall'd  shone. 
Or  equall'd  by  Laodamas  alone. 


THE   COUKT  OP  ALCINOUS.  127 

With  these  caine  forth  Ambasineus  the  strong  : 
And  three  brave  sons,  from  great  Alcinoiis  sprung. 

Rangetl  in  a  line  the  ready  racers  stand. 
Start  from  the  goal,  and  vanish  o'er  the  strand  : 
Swift  as  on  wings  of  winds,  upborne  they  fly. 
And  drifts  of  rising  dust  involve  the  sky. 
Before  the  rest,  what  space  the  hinds  allow 
Between  the  mule  and  ox,  from  plough  to  plough, 
Clytonius  sprung  :  he  wing'd  the  rapid  way. 
And  bore  the  unrivall'd  honours  of  the  day. 
Witli  fierce  embrace  the  brawny  wrestlers  join  ; 
The  conquest,  great  Euryalus,  is  tliine. 
Amphialus  sprung  forward  with  a  hound, 
Superior  in  the  leap,  a  length  of  ground. 
From  Elatreus'  strong  arm  the  discus  flies, 
And  sings  with  unmatch'd  force  along  the  skies. 
And  Laodam  whirls  high,  with  dreadful  sway. 
The  gloves  of  death,  victorious  in  the  fray. 

While  thus  the  peerage  in  the  games  contends. 
In  act  to  speak,  Laodamas  ascends. 

"  0  friends  (he  cries),  the  stranger  seems  well  skill'd 
To  try  the  illustrious  labours  of  the  field  : 
I  deem  him  brave  :  then  grant  the  brave  man's  claim, . 
Invite  the  hero  to  his  share  of  fame. 
What  nervous  arms  he  boasts  !  how  firm  his  tread  ! 
His  limbs  how  turn'd  !  how  broad  his  shoulders  spread  ! 
By  age  unbroke  ! — but  all-consuming  care 
Destroys  perhaps  the  strength  that  time  would  spare  : 
Dire  is  the  ocean,  dread  in  all  its  forms  ! 
Man  must  decay  when  man  contends  with  storms." 

"  Well  hast  thou  spoke  (Euryalus  replies)  : 
Thine  is  the  guest,  invite  him  thou  to  rise." 
Swift  as  the  word,  advancing  from  the  crowd. 
He  made  obeisance,  and  thus  spoke  aloud  : 

' '  Vouchsafes  the  reverend  stranger  to  display 
His  manly  worth,  and  share  tlie  glorious  day  1 
Father,  arise  !  for  thee  thy  port  proclaims 
Expert  to  conquer  in  the  solemn  games. 
To  fame  arise  !  for  what  more  fame  can  yield 
Than  the  swift  race,  or  conflict  of  the  field  ? 
Steal  from  corroding  care  one  transient  day, 
To  glory  give  the  space  thou  hast  to  stay  ; 
Short  is  the  time,  and  lo  !  e'en  now  the  gales 
Call  thee  aboard,  and  stretch  the  swelling  sails." 

To  whom  with  sighs  Ulysses  gave  reply  : 
"Ah  why  the  ill-suiting  pastime  must  I  try? 
To  gloojny  care  my  thoughts  alone  are  free  ; 


138  THB  ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Ill  the  gay  sports  witli  troubled  hearts  agree  : 
Sad  from  my  natal  hour  my  days  have  ran, 
A  much-afflicted,  much  enduring  man  ! 
Who,  suppliant  to  the  king  and  peers,  implores 
A  speedy  voyage  to  his  native  shores." 

"  Wide  wanders,  Laodam,  thy  erring  tongue 
The  sports  of  glory  to  the  brave  belong 
(Retorts  Euryalus)  :  he  boasts  no  claim 
Among  the  great,  unlike  the  sons  of  Fame. 
A  wandering  merchant  he  frequents  the  main 
Some  mean  seafarer  in  pursuit  of  gain  : 
Studious  of  freight,  in  naval  trade  well  skill'd, 
But  dreads  the  athletic  labours  of  the  field." 

Incensed,  Ulysses  with  a  frown  replies  : 
"  0  forward  to  proclaim  thy  soul  unwise  ! 
With  partial  hands  the  gods  their  gifts  dispense  ; 
Some  greatly  think,  some  speak  with  manly  sense  ; 
Here  Heaven  an  elegance  of  form  denies, 
But  wisdom  the  defect  of  form  supplies  : 
This  man  with  energy  of  thought  controls. 
And  steals  with  modest  violence  our  souls  ; 
He  speaks  reservedly,  but  he  speaks  with  force. 
Nor  can  one  word  be  changed  but  for  a  worse  ; 
In  public  more  than  mortal  he  appears, 
And,  as  he  moves,  the  gazing  crowd  reveres  : 
While  others,  beauteous  as  the  ethereal  kind, 
The  nobler  portion  want,  a  knowing  mind. 
In  outward  show  Heaven  gives  thee  to  excel. 
But  Heaven  denies  the  praise  of  thinking  well 
111  bear  the  brave  a  rude  ungovern'd  tongue. 
And,  youth,  my  generous  soul  resents  the  wrong  • 
Skill'd  in  heroic  exercise,  I  claim 
A  post  of  honour  with  the  sons  of  Fame. 
Such  was  my  boast  while  vigour  crown'd  my  days. 
Now  care  surrounds  me,  and  my  force  decays.; 
Inured  a  melancholy  part  to  bear, 
In  scenes  of  death,  by  tempest  and  by  war. 
Yet  thus  by  woes  impair'd,  no  more  I  waive 
To  prove  the  hero — slander  stings  the  brave." 

Then,  striding  forward  with  a  furious  bound. 
He  wrench'd  a  rocky  fragment  from  the  ground. 
By  far  more  ponderous,  and  more  huge  by  far. 
Than  what  Phseacia's  sons  discharged  in  air. 
Fierce  from  his  arm  the  enormous  load  he  flings  ; 
Sonorous  through  the  shaded  air  it  sings  ; 
Couch'd  to  the  earth,  tempestuous  as  it  flies, 
The  crowd  gaze  upward  while  it  cleaves  the  skie«. 


THE  COTJRT   OP   ALCINOtJs.  129 

Beyond  all  marks,  with  many  a  giddy  round 
Down-rushing,  it  up-turns  a  hill  of  ground. 

That  instant  Pallas,  bursting  from  a  cloud, 
Fix'd  a  distinguished  mark,  and  cried  aloud  : 

"  E'en  he  who,  sightless,  wants  his  visual  ray 
May  by  his  touch  alone  award  the  day  : 
Thy  signal  throw  transcends  the  utmost  bound 
Of  every  champion  by  a  length  of  ground  : 
Securely  bid  the  strongest  of  the  train 
Arise  to  throw  ;  the  strongest  throws  in  vain." 

She  spoke  :  and  momentary  mounts  the  sky  : 
The  friendly  voice  Ulysses  hears  with  joy. 
Tlien  thus  aloud  (elate  with  decent  pride)  : 
"  Rise,  ye  Phaeacians,  try  your  force  (he  cried)  : 
If  witli  this  throw  the  strongest  caster  vie, 
Still,  further  still,  I  bid  the  discus  fly. 
Stand  forth,  ye  champions,  who  the  gauntlet  wield. 
Or  ye',  the  swiftest  racers  of  the  field  ! 
Stand  forth,  ye  wrestlers,  who  these  pastimes  grace  I 
I  wield  the  gauntlet,  and  I  run  the  race. 
In  such  heroic  games  I  yield  to  none. 
Or  yield  to  brave  Laodamas  alone  : 
Shall  I  with  brave  Laodamas  contend? 
A  friend  is  sacred,  and  I  style  him  friend. 
Ungenerous  were  the  man,  and  base  of  heart. 
Who  takes  the  kind,  and  paj's  the  ungrateful  part : 
Chiefly  the  man,  in  foreign  realms  confined. 
Base  to  his  friend,  to  his  own  interest  blind  : 
All,  all  your  heroes  I  this  day  defy  ; 
Give  me  a  man  that  we  our  might  may  try. 
Expert  in  every  art,  I  boast  the  skill 
To  give  the  feather'd  arrow  wings  to  kill  ; 
Should  a  whole  host  at  once  discharge  the  bow, 
My  well-aim'd  shaft  with  death  prevents  the  foe  : 
Alone  superior  in  the  field  of  Troy, 
Great  Pliiloctetes  taught  the  shaft  to  fly. 
From  all  the  sons  of  earth  unrivall'd  praise 
I  justly  claim  ;  but  yield  to  better  days, 
To  those  famed  days  when  great  Alcides  rose, 
And  Eurytus,  Avho  bade  the  gods  be  foes 
(Vain  Eurytus,  whose  art  became  his  crime, 
Swept  froni  the  earth,  he  perish'd  in  his  prime  : 
Sudden  the  irremeable  way  he  trod. 
Who  boldly  durst  defy  the  bowyer  god). 
In  fighting  fields  as  f  r  the  spear  I  throw 
As  flies  an  arrow  from  the  well-drawn  bow, 
Sq1§  in  the  rr.ce  the  con^esl;  J  decUfle, 


180  THE   0EY3SET   OF   HOMER. 

Stiff  are  my  weary  joints,  and  I  resign  ; 

By  storms  and  hunger  worn  ;  age  well  may  fail, 

When  storms  and  hunger  doth  at  once  assail." 

Abash'd,  the  numbers  hear  the  godlike  man, 
Till  great  Alcinoiis  mildly  thus  began  : 

"  Well  hast  thou  spoke,  and  well  thy  generous  tongue 
With  decent  pride  refutes  a  public  wrong  : 
Warm  are  thy  words,  but  warm  without  offence  ; 
Fear  only  fools,  secure  in  men  of  sense  ; 
Thy  worth  is  known.     Then  hear  our  country's  claim. 
And  bear  to  heroes  our  heroic  fame  : 
In  distant  realms  our  glorious  deeds  display, 
Bepeat  them  frequent  in  the  genial  day  ; 
When,  blest  with  ease,  thy  woes  and  wanderings  end, 
Teach  them  thy  consort,  bid  thy  sons  attend  ; 
How,  loved  of  Jove,  he  crown'd  our  sires  with  praise, 
.  How  we  tlieir  offspring  dignify  our  race. 

"  Let  other  realms  the  deatliful  gauntlet  wield, 
Or  boast  the  glories  pf  the  athletic  field  : 
We  in  the  course  unrivall'd  speed  display. 
Or  through  cerulean  billows  plough  the  way  ; 
To  dress,  to  dance,  to  sing,  our  sole  delight, 
The  feast  or  bath  by  day,  and  love  by  night : 
Rise,  then,  ye  skill'd  in  measures  ;  let  him  bear 
Your  fame  to  men  that  breathe  a  distant  air ; 
And  faithful  say,  to  you  the  powers  belong 
To  race,  to  sail,  to  dance,  to  chant  the  song, 

"  But,  herald,  to  the  palace  swift  repair. 
And  the  soft  lyre  to  grace  our  pastimes  bear." 

Swift  at  the  word,  obedient  to  the  king, 
The  herald  flies  the  tuneful  lyre  to  bring. 
Up  rose  nine  seniors,  chosen  to  survey 
The  future  games,  the  judges  of  the  day 
With  instant  care  they  mark  a  spacious  round 
And  level  for  the  dance  the  allotted  ground  : 
The  herald  bears  the  lyre  ;  intent  to  play, 
The  bard  advancing  meditates  the  lay. 
Skill'd  in  the  dance,  tall  youths,  a  blooming  band. 
Graceful  before  the  heavenly  minstrel  stand  : 
Light-bounding  from  the  earth,  at  once  they  rise. 
Their  feet  half-viewless  quiver  in  the  skies  : 
Ulysses  gazed,  astonish'd  to  survey 
The  glancing  splendours  as  their  sandals  play. 
Meantime  the  bard,  alternate  to  the  strings. 
The  loves  of  Mars  and  Cytherea  sings  : 
How  the  stern  god,  enamour'd  with  her  charma 
Clasp'd  the  gay  panting  goddess  in  liis  arm$. 


THE   COURT   OF   ALCINOCs.  131 

By  bribes  seduced  ;  and  liow  the  sun,  wliose  eye 

Views  the  broad  heavens,  disch^sed  the  lawless  joy. 

Stung  to  the  soul,  indignant  through  the  skies 

To  his  black  forge  vindictive  Vulcan  flies  : 

Arrived,  his  sinewy  arms  incessant  place 

The  eternal  anvil  on  the  massy  base. 

A  wondrous  net  he  labours,  to  betray 

The  wanton  lovei's,  as  entwined  they  lay,  , 

Indissolubly  strong  !     Then  instant  bears 

To  his  immortal  dome  the  finish'd  snares  : 

Above,  below,  around,  with  art  dispread. 

The  sure  inclosure  folds  the  genial  bed  : 

Whose  texture  even  the  search  of  gods  deceives. 

Thin  as  the  filmy  threads  the  spider  weaves, 

Then,  as  withdrawing  from  the  starry  bowets. 

He  feigns  a  journey  to  the  Lemnian  shores, 

His  favourite  isle  :  observant  Mars  descries 

His  wish'd  recess,  and  to  the  goddess  flies  ; 

He  glows,  he  burns,  the  fair-hair'd  queen  of  love 

Descends,  smootlx  gliding  from  the  courts  of  Jove, 

Gay  blooming  in  full  charms  :  her  hand  he  press'd 

With  eager  joy,  and  with  a  sigh  address'd  : 

"  Come,  my  beloved  !  and  taste  the  soft  delights  : 
Come,  to  repose  the  genial  bed  invites  : 
Thy  absent  spouse,  neglectful  of  thy  charms. 
Prefers  his  barbarous  Sintians  to  thy  arms  I " 

Then,  nothing  lotli,  the  enamour'd  fair  he  led. 
And  sunk  transported  on  the  conscious  bed. 
Down  rush'd  the  toils,  in  wrapping  as  they  lay 
The  careless  lovers  in  their  wanton  play  : 
In  vain  they  strive  ;  the  entangling  snares  deny 
(Inextricably  firm)  the  power  to  fly. 
Warn'd  by  the  god  who  sheds  the  golden  day, 
Stern  Vulcan  homeward  treads  the  starry  way  : 
Arrived,  he  sees,  he  grieves,  with  rage  he  burns  : 
Full  horribly  he  roars,  his  voice  all  heaven  returna 

"  O  Jove  (he  cried)  O  all  ye  powers  above. 
See  the  lewd  dalliance  of  the  queen  of  love  I 
Me,  awkward  me,  she  scorns  ;  and  yields  her  charms 
To  that  fair  lecher,  the  strong  god  of  arms. 
If  I  am  lame,  that  stain  my  natal  hour 
By  fate  imposed  ;  such  me  my  parent  bore. 
W^hy  was  I  born  ?    See  how  the  wanton  lies  I 
Oh  sight  tormenting  to  a  husband's  eyes  I 
But  yet,  I  trust,  this  once  e'en  Mars  would  fly 
His  fair-one's  arms — he  thinks  her,  once,  too  nigh. 
But  there  remain,  ye  guilty,  in  my  power. 


132  THB  ODYSSEY  OF  HOMES. 

Till  Jove  refunds  liis  shameless  daughter's  dower. 
Too  dear  I  prized  a  fair  enchanting  face  : 
Beauty  unchaste  is  beauty  in  disgrace." 

Meanwhile  the  gods  the  dome  of  Vulcan  throng  ; 
Apollo  comes,  and  Neptune  comes  along  ; 
With  these  gay  Hermes  trod  the  starry  plain  ; . 
But  modesty  withheld  the  goddess  train. 
All  heaven  beholds,  imprison'd  as  they  lie, 
And  unextinguish'd  laughter  shakes  the  sky. 
Then  mutual,  thus  they  spoke  :  "  Behold  on  wrong 
Swift  vengeance  waits  ;  and  art  subdues  the  strong  1 
Dwells  there  a  god  on  all  the  Olympian  brow 
More  swift  than  Mars,  and  more  than  Vulcan  slow  ? 
Yet  Vulcan  conquers,  and  the  god  of  arms 
Must  pay  the  penalty  for  lawless  charms." 

Thus  serious  they  ;  but  he  who  gilds  the  skies. 
The  gay  Apollo,  thus  to  Hermes  cries  : 
"  Wouldst  thou  enchain'd  like  Mars,  0  Hermes,  lie 
And  bear  the  shame  like  Mars  to  share  the  joy  ?  " 

"  0  envied  shame  !  (the  smiling  youth  rejoin'd  ;) 
And  thrice  the  chains,  and  thrice  more  firmly  bind; 
Gaze  all  ye  gods,  and  every  goddess  gaze, 
Yet  eager  would  1  bless  the  sweet  disgrace." 

Loud  lauglx  the  rest,  e'en  Neptune  laughs  aloud. 
Yet  sues  importunate  to  loose  the  god  : 
"  And  free,  (he  cries)  0  Vulcan  !  free  from  shame 
Thy  captives  !  I  ensure  the  penal  claim." 

"  Will  Neptune  (Vulcan  then)  the  faithless  trust? 
He  suffers  who  gives  surety  for  the  unjust  : 
But  say,  if  that  lewd  scandal  of  the  sky, 
To  liberty  restored,  perfidious  fly  ; 
Say,  wilt  thou  bear  the  mulct?"     He  instant  cries, 
"  The  mulct  I  bear,  if  Mars  perfidious  flies." 

To  whom  appeased  :  "  No  more  I  urge  delay  ; 
When  Neptune  sues,  my  part  is  to  obey." 
Then  to  the  snares  his  force  tl>e  god  applies  ; 
They  burst  ;  and  Mars  to  Thrace  indignant  flies  : 
To  the  soft  Cyprian  shores  the  goddess  moves,, 
To  visit  Paphos  and  her  lilooniing  groves, 
Wliere  to  the  Power  an  hundred  altars  rise. 
And  breatliing  odours  scent  tlie  balmy  skies  ; 
Concealed  she  batlies  in  consecrated  bowers. 
The  Graces  unguents  shed,  ambrosial  showers. 
Unguents  that  charm  the  gods  !  she  last  assumes 
Her  wondrous  robes  ;  and  fall  the  goddess  blooms. 

Thus  sung  the  bard  :  Ulyss-s  hears  with  joy, 
And  loud  applauses  rend  the  vaulted  sky. 


THB  COURT   OF   ALCINOU8.  133 

Then  to  the  sports  his  sons  the  king  commands. 
Each  blooming  youth  before  the  monarch  stands, 
In  dance  unmatch'd  !  A  wondrous  bull  is  brought 
(The  work  of  Polypus,  divinely  wi-ought)  ; 
This  youth  with  strength  enormous  bids  it  Hy, 
And  bending  backward  whirls  it  to  the  sky  ; 
His  brother,  springing  with  an  active  bound. 
At  distance  intercepts  it  from  the  ground. 
The  ball  dismissed,  in  dance  they  skim  the  strand, 
Turn  and  return,  and  scarce  imprint  the  sand. 
The  assembly  gazes  with  astonished  eyes, 
And  sends  in  shouts  applauses  to  the  skies. 

Then  thus  Ulysses  :  "  Happy  king,  whose  name 
The  brightest  shines  in  all  the  rolls  of  fame  ! 
In  subjects  happy  !  with  surprise  I  gaze  ; 
Thy  praise  was  just  ;  their  skill  transcends  thy  praise." 

Pleas'd  with  his  people's  fame,  the  monarch  hears, 
And  thus  benevolent  accosts  the  peers  : 
"  Since  wisdom's  sacred  guidance  he  pursues. 
Give  to  the  stranger-guest  a  stranger's  dues  : 
Twelve  princes  in  our  realm  dominion  share, 
O'er  whom  supreme,  imperial  power  I  bear  : 
Bring  gold,  a  pledge  of  love  :  a  talent  bring, 
A  vest,  a  robe,  and  imitate  your  king. 
Be  swift  to  give  :  that  he  this  night  may  share 
The  social  feast  of  joy,  with  joy  sincere. 
And  thou,  Euryalus,  redeem  thy  wrong  ; 
A  generous  heart  repairs  a  slanderous  tongue." 

The  assenting  peers,  obedient  to  the  king. 
In  haste  their  heralds  send  the  gifts  to  bring. 
Then  thus  Euryalus  :  "  O  prince,  whose  sway 
Rules  this  bless'd  realm,  repentant  I  obey  I 
Be  his  this  sword,  whose  blade  of  brass  displays 
A  ruddy  gleam  ;  whose  hilt  a  silver  blaze  ; 
Whose  ivory  sheath,  inwrought  with  curious  pride, 
Adds  graceful  terror  to  the  wearer's  side." 

He  said,  and  to  his  hand  the  sword  consign'd  : 
"  And  if  (he  cried)  my  words  affect  thy  mind. 
Far  from  thy  mind  those  words,  ye  whirlwinds,  bear. 
And  scatter  them,  ye  storms,  in  empty  air  ! 
Crown,  0  ye  heavens,  with  joy  his  peaceful  hours. 
And  grant  him  to  his  spouse,  and  native  shores  !" 

"And  blest  be  thou,  my  friend,  (Ulysses  cries,) 
Crown  him  with  every  joy,  ye  favouring  skies  1 
To  thy  calm  hours  continued  peace  afford. 
And  never,  never  mayst  thou  want  this  sword," 

He  Bald,  and  o'er  his  shoulder  flung  the  blade. 


134-  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Now  o'er  the  earth  ascends  the  evening  shade  : 
The  precious  gifts  the  illustrious  heralds  bear. 
And  to  the  court  the  embodied  peers  repair. 
Before  the  queen  Alcinoils'  sons  unfold 
The  vests,  the  robes,  and  heaps  of  shining  gold  ; 
Then  to  the  radiant  thrones  they  move  in  state  : 
Aloft,  the  king  in  pomp  imperial  sate. 

Thence  to  the  queen  :  "0  partner  of  our  reign, 
O  sole  beloved  !  command  thy  menial  train 
A  polish'd  chest  and  stately  robes  to  bear, 
And  healing  waters  for  the  bath  prepare  ; 
That,  bathed,  our  guest  may  bid  his  sorrows  cease. 
Hear  the  sweet  song,  and  taste  the  feast  in  peace. 
A  bowl  that  flames  with  gold,  of  Avondrous  frame, 
Ourself  we  give,  memorial  of  our  name  ; 
To  raise  in  offerings  to  almighty  Jove, 
And  every  god  that  treads  the  courts  above." 

Instant  the  queen,  observant  of  the  king, 
Commands  her  train  a  spacious  vase  to  bring, 
The  spacious  vase  with  ample  streams  suflice. 
Heap  the  high  wood,  and  bid  the  flames  arise. 
The  flames  climb  round  it  with  a  fierce  embrace. 
The  fuming  waters  bubble  o'er  the  blaze. 
Herself  the  chest  prepares  ;  in  order  roll'd 
The  robes,  the  vests  are  ranged,  and  heaps  of  gold 
And  adding  a  rich  dress  inwrought  with  art, 
A  gift  expressive  of  her  bounteous  heart. 
Thus  spoke  to  Ithacus  :  "  To  guard  with  bands 
Insolvable  these  gifts,  thy  care  demands  ; 
Lest,  in  thy  slumbers  on  the  watery  main, 
The  hand  of  rapine  make  our  bounty  vain." 

Then  bending  with  full  force  around  he  roll'd 
A  labyrinth  of  bands  in  fold  on  fold, 
Closed  with  Circaean  art.     A  train  attends 
Around  the  bath  :  the  bath  the  king  ascends 
(Untasted  joy,  since  that  disastrous  hour. 
He  sail'd  ill-fated  from  Calypso's  bower)  ; 
Where,  happy  as  the  gods  that  range  the  sky. 
He  feasted  every  sense  with  every  joy. 
He  bathes  ;  the  damsels  with  officious  toil. 
Shed  sweets,  shed  unguents,  in  a  shower  of  oil : 
Tlien  o'er  his  limbs  a  gorgeous  robe  he  spreads. 
And  to  the  feast  magnificently  treads. 
Full  where  the  dome  its  shining  valves  .expands, 
Nausicaa  blooming  as  a  goddess  stands  ; 
With  wondering  eyes  the  hero  she  survey'd. 
And  graceful  thus  began  the  royal  maid  : 


THB  COTJBT   OF   AliCENOOs.  135 

"  Hail,  godlike  stranger  !  and  wlien  heaven  restorM 
To  thy  fond  wish  thy  long-expected  shores, 
This  ever  grateful  in  remembrance  bear  ; 
To  me  thou  owest,  to  me,  the  vital  air." 

"  0  royal  maid  !  (Ulysses  straight  returns) 
Whose  worth  the  splendours  of  thy  race  adorns. 
So  may  dread  Jove  (whose  arm  in  vengeance  forms 
The  writhen  bolt,  and  blackens  heaven  with  storms), 
Restore  me  safe,  through  weary  wanderings  toss'd, 
To  my  dear  country's  ever-pleasing  coast, 
As  while  the  spirit  in  this  bosom  glows. 
To  thee,  my  goddess,  I  address  my  vows  ; 
My  life,  thy  gift  I  boast  !  "     He  said,  and  sate 
Fast  by  AlcinoUs  on  a  throne  of  state. 

Now  each  partakes  the  feast,  the  wine  prepares, 
Portions  the  food,  and  each  his  portion  shares. 
The  bard  a  herald  guides  ;  the  gazing  throng 
Pay  low  obeisance  as  he  moves  along  : 
Beneath  a  sculptur'd  arch  he  sits  enthroned, 
The  peers  encircling  form  an  awful  round. 
Then,  from  the  chine,  Ulysses  carves  with  art 
Delicious  food,  an  honorary  part  : 
"  This,  let  the  master  of  the  lyre  receive, 
A  pledge  of  love  !  'tis  all  a  wretch  can  give. 
Lives  there  a  man  beneath  the  spacious  skies 
Who  sacred  honours  to  the  bard  denies  ? 
The  Muse  the  bard  inspires,  exalts  his  mind  ; 
The  muse  indulgent  loves  the  harmonious  kind." 

The  herald  to  his  hand  the  charge  conveys, 
Not  fond  of  flattery,  nor  unpleased  with  praise. 

When  now  the  rage  of  hunger  was  allay'd. 
Thus  to  the  lyrist  wise  Ulysses  said  : 
"  O  more  than  man  !  thy  soul  the  muse  inspires. 
Or  Phoebus  animates  with  all  his  fires  ; 
For  who,  by  Phcebus  uninform'd,  could  know 
The  woe  of  Greece,  and  sing  so  well  the  woe? 
Just  to  the  tale,  as  present  at  the  fray. 
Or  taught  the  labours  of  the  dreadful  day  : 
The  song  recalls  past  horrors  to  my  eyes, 
And  bids  proud  Ilion  from  her  ashes  rise. 
Once  more  harmonious  strike  the  sounding  string. 
The  Epaean  fabric,  framed  by  Pallas,  sing  : 
How  stern  Ulysses,  furious  to  destroy. 
With  latent  heroes  sack'd  imperial  Troy. 
If  faithful  thou  record  the  tale  of  Fame, 
The  god  himself  inspires  thy  breast  with  flame 
And  naiiie  shall  be  the  task  henqeforth  to  raise 


136  THE  ODYSSEY  OV  HOMEB. 

In  every  land  thy  monument  of  praise." 

Full  of  the  god  he  raised  his  lofty  strain  : 
How  the  Greeks  rush'd  tumultuous  to  the  main  ; 
How  blazing  tents  illumined  half  the  skies, 
While  from  the  shores  the  winged  navy  flies  ; 
How  e'en  in  Dion's  walls,  in  deathf  ul  bands. 
Came  the  stern  Greeks  by  Troy's  assisting  hands : 
All  Troy  up-heaved  the  steed  ;  of  differing  mind. 
Various  the  Trojans  counsell'd  :  part  consign'd 
The  monster  to  the  sword,  part  sentence  gave 
To  plunge  it  headlong  in  the  whelming  wave  ; 
The  unwise  award  to  lodge  it  in  the  towers. 
An  offering  sacred  to  the  immortal  powers  : 
The  unwise  prevail,  they  lodge  it  in  the  walls, 
And  by  the  gods'  decree  proud  llion  falls  : 
Destruction  enters  in  the  treacherous  wood. 
And  vengeful  slaughter,  fierce  for  human  blood. 

He  sung  the  Greeks  stern-issuing  from  the  steed. 
How  llion  burns,  how  all  her  fathers  bleed  ; 
How  to  thy  dome,  Deiphobus  !  ascends 
The  Spartan  king  ;  how  Ithacus  attends 
(Horrid  as  Mars)  ;  and  how  with  dire  alarms 
He  fights — subdues,  for  Pallas  strings  his  arms 

Thus  while  he  sung,  Ulysses'  griefs  renew. 
Tears  bathe  his  cheeks,  and  tears  the  ground  bedew 
As  some  fond  matron  views  in  mortal  fight 
Her  husband  falling  in  his  country's  right  ; 
Frantic  through  clashing  swords  she  runs,  she  flies. 
As  ghastly  pale  he  groans,  and  faints  and  dies  ; 
Close  to  his  breast  she  grovels  on  the  ground. 
And  bathes  with  floods  of  tears  the  gaping  wound  : 
She  cries,  she  shrieks  :  the  fierce  insulting  foe 
Relentless  mocks  her  violence  of  woe  : 
To  chains  condemn'd,  as  wildly  she  deplores  ; 
A  widow,  and  a  slave  on  foreign  shores. 

So  from  the  sluices  of  Ulysses'  eyes 
Fast  fell  the  tears,  and  sighs  succeeded  sighs  : 
Conceal'd  he  grieved  :  the  king  observed  alone 
The  silent  tear,  and  heard  the  secret  groan  ; 
Then  to  the  bard  aloud  :  "  0  cease  to  sing, 
Dumb  be  thy  voice,  and  mute  the  tuneful  string  ; 
To  every  note  his  tears  responsive  flow, 
And  his  great  heart  heaves  with  tumultuous  woe  ; 
Thy  lay  too  deeply  moves  :  then  cease  the  lay, 
And  o'er  the  banquet  every  heart  be  gay  : 
This  social  right  demands  :  for  him  the  sails, 
Floating  in  air,  invite  the  impelling  galeg ; 


•the  court  op  alcinoOs.  137 

His  are  the  gifts  of  love  :  the  wise  and  good 
Receive  the  stranger  as  a  brother's  blood. 

"  But,  friend,  discover  faithful  what  I  crave  ; 
Artful  concealment  ill  becomes  the  brave  : 
Say  what  thy  birth,  and  what  the  name  you  bore, 
Imposed  by  parents  in  the  natal  hour  ? 
(For  from  the  natal  hour  distinctive  names. 
One  common  right,  the  great  and  lowly  claims  :) 
Say  from  what  city,  from  what  regions  toss'd. 
And  what  inhabitants  those  regions  boast  ? 
So  shalt  thou  instant  reach  the  realm  assign'd. 
In  wondrous  ships,  self-moved,  instinct  with  mind  ; 
No  helm  secures  their  course,  no  pilot  guides  ; 
Like  man  intelligent,  they  plough  the  tides, 
Conscious  of  every  coast,  and  every  bay, 
That  lies  beneath  the  sun's  all-seeing  ray  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  the  encumber'd  sky. 
Fearless  through  darkness  and  through  clouds  they  fly  ; 
Though  tempests  rage,  though  rolls  the  swelling  main. 
The  seas  may  roll,  the  tempests  rage  in  vain  ; 
E'en  the  stern  god  that  o'er  the  waves  presides. 
Safe  as  they  pass,  and  safe  repass  the  tides. 
With  fury  burns  ;  while  careless  they  convey 
Promiscuous  every  guest  to  every  bay. 
These  ears  have  heard  my  royal  sire  disclose 
A  dreadful  story,  big  with  future  woes  ; 
How  Neptune  raged,  and  how,  by  his  command. 
Firm  rooted  in  a  surge  a  ship  should  stand 
A  monument  of  wrath  ;  how  mound  on  mound 
Should  bury  these  proud  towers  beneath  the  ground. 
But  this  the  gods  may  frustrate  or  fulfil. 
As  suits  the  purpose  of  the  Eternal  Will. 
But  say  through  what  waste  regions  hast  thou  stray'd 
What  customs  noted,  and  what  coasts  survey'd  ; 
Possess'd  by  wild  barbarians  fierce  in  arms, 
Or  men  whose  bosom  tender  pity  warms  ? 
Say  why  the  fate  of  Troy  awaked  thy  cares, 
Why  heaved  thy  bosom,  and  why  flowed  thy  tears  ? 
Just  are  the  ways  of  Heaven  :  from  Heaven  proceed 
The  woes  of  man  ;  Heaven  doom'd  the  Greeks  to  bleed, 
A  theme  of  future  song  !     Say,  then,  if  slain 
Some  dear-loved  brother  press'd  the  Phrygian  plain? 
Or  bled  some  friend,  who  bore  a  brother's  part. 
And  claim'd  bj  merit,  not  by  blood,  the  heart  ?" 


BOOK  IX. 

ARGUMENT. 

TUB  ADVBNTtJKES  OF  THE  OICONS,   LOTOPHAOI,  AND  CTCI,0P8. 

Ulysses  begins  the  relation  of  his  adventures  ;  how,  after  the  destruc- 
tion of  Troy,  he  with  his  companions  made  an  incursion  on  the 
Cicons,  by  wliom  they  were  repulsed ;  and,  meeting  with  a  storm, 
were  driven  to  the  coast  of  the  Lotophagi.  From  thence  they  sailed 
to  the  land  of  the  Cyclops,  whose  manners  and  situation  are  particu- 
larly characterised.  The  giant  Polyphemus  and  his  cave  described  ; 
the  usage  Ulysses  and  his  companions  met  with  there  ;  and,  lastly, 
the  method  and  artifice  by  which  he  escaped. 

Then  thus  Ulysses  :  ' '  Thou  whom  first  in  sway. 

As  first  in  virtue,  these  thy  realms  obey  ; 

How  sweet  the  products  of  a  peaceful  reign  ! 

The  heaven-taught  poet,  and  enchanting  strain  ; 

The  well-filled  palace,  the  perpetual  feast, 

A  land  rejoicing,  and  a  people  bless'd  ! 

How  goodly  seems  it  ever  to  employ 

Man's  social  days  in  union  and  in  joy  ; 

The  plenteous  board  high-heap'd  with  cates  divine, 

And  o'er  the  foaming  bowl  the  laughing  wine  I 

"  Amid  these  joys,  why  seeks  thy  mind  to  know 
The  unhappy  series  of  a  wanderer's  woe  ? 
Remembrance  sad,  whose  image  to  review, 
Alas  I  must  open  all  my  wounds  anew  ! 
And  oh,  what  first,  what  last,  shall  I  relate, 
Of  woes  unnumber'd  sent  by  Heaven  and  Fate  ? 

"  Know  first  the  man  (though  now  a  wretch  distress'd) 
Who  hopes  thee,  monarch,  for  his  future  guest. 
Behold  Ulysses  !  no  ignoble  name. 
Earth  sounds  my  wisdom,  and  high  heaven  my  fame 

"  My  native  soil  is  Ithaca  the  fair. 
Where  high  Neritus  waves  his  woods  in  air  ; 
Dulichium,  Same,  and  Zacynthus  crown'd 
With  shady  mountains,  spread  their  isles  around 
(These  to  the  north  and  night's  dark  regions  run, 
Those  to  Aurora  and  the  rising  sun). 
Low  lies  our  isle,  yet  bless'd  in  fruitful  stores  ? 
Strong  are  her  sons,  though  rocky  are  her  shores  ; 
(138) 


CICONS,    LOTOPHAGI   AND   CYCLOPS.  139 

And  none,  ah  none  so  lovely  to  my  sight, 

Of  all  the  lands  that  heaven  o'erspreads  with  light. 

In  vain  Calypso  long  constrained  my  stay. 

With  sweet,  reluctant,  amorous  delay  ; 

With  all  her  charms  as  vainly  Circe  strove. 

And  added  magic  to  secure  my  love. 

In  pomps  or  joys,  the  palace  or  the  grot. 

My  country's  image  never  was  forgot  ; 

My  absent  parents  rose  before  my  sight. 

And  distant  lay  contentment  and  delight. 

"  Hear,  then,  the  woes  which  mighty  Jove  ordain'd 
To  wait  my  passage  from  the  Trojan  land.  • 
The  winds  from  Ilion  to  the  Cicons'  shore. 
Beneath  cold  Ismarus  our  vessels  bore. 
We  boldly  landed  on  the  hostile  place. 
And  sack'd  the  city,  and  destroy'd  the  race. 
Their  wives  made  captive,  their  possessions  shared, 
And  every  soldier  found  a  like  reward. 
I  then  advised  to  fly  ;  not  so  the  rest, 
Who  stay'd  to  revel,  and  prolong  the  feast  : 
Tlie  fatted  sheep  and  sable  bulls  they  slay, 
And  bowls  flow  round,  and  riot  wastes  the  day. 
Meantime  the  Cicons,  to  their  holds  retired. 
Call  on  the  Cicons,  with  new  fury  fired  ; 
With  early  morn  the  gather'd  country  swarms. 
And  all  the  continent  is  bright  with  arms  ; 
Thick  as  the  budding  leaves  or  rising  flowers 
O'erspread  the  land,  Avhen  spring  descends  in  showers  : 
All  expert  soldiers,  skill'd  on  foot  to  dare, 
Or  from  the  bounding  courser  urge  the  war. 
Now  fortune  changes  (so  the  Fates  ordain) ; 
Our  hour  was  come  to  taste  our  share  of  pain. 
Close  at  the  ships  the  bloody  fight  began, 
Wounded  they  wound,  and  man  expires  on  man. 
Long  as  the  morning  sun  increasing  bright 
O'er  heaven's  pure  azure  spreads  the  glowing  light, 
Promiscuous  death  the  form  of  war  confounds. 
Each  adverse  battle  gored  with  equal  wounds  ; 
But  when  his  evening  wheels  o'erhung  the  main, 
Then  conquest  crown'd  the  fierce  Ciconian  train. 
Six  brave  companions  from  each  ship  we  lost. 
The  rest  escape  in  haste,  and  quit  the  coast. 
With  sails  outspread  we  fly  the  unequal  strife, 
Sad  for  their  loss,  but  joyful  of  our  life. 
Yet  as  we  fled,  our  fellows'  rites  we  paid, 
And  thrice  we  call'd  on  each  unhappy  shade. 

"  Meanwhile  the  god,  whose  hand  the  thunder  fonn«. 


140  THE  ODYSSEY  OF   HOMEK. 

Drives  clouds  on  clouds,  and  blackens  heaven  with  stonns  -. 
Wide  o'er  tlie  waste  the  rage  of  Boreas  sweeps, 
And  niglit  rush'd  headlong  on  the  shaded  deeps. 
Now  here,  now  there,  the  giddy  ships  are  borne, 
And  all  the  rattling  shrouds  in  fragments  torn. 
We  furl'd  the  sail,  we  plied  the  labouring  oar, 
Took  down  our  masts,  and  row'd  our  ships  to  shore. 
Two  tedious  days  and  two  long  nights  we  lay, 
O'erwatch'd  and  batter'd  in  the  naked  bay. 
But  the  third  morning  when  Aurora  brings, 
We  rear  the  masts,  we  spread  the  canvas  wings  ; 
Refresh'd  and  careless  on  the  deck  reclined, 
We  sit,  and  trust  the  pilot  and  the  wind. 
Then  to  my  native  country  had  I  sail'd  : 
But,  the  cape  doubled,  adverse  winds  prevail'd. 
Strong  was  the  tide,  which  by  the  northern  blast 
Impell'd,  our  vessels  on  Cythera  cast. 
Nine  days  our  fleet  the  uncertain  tempest  bore 
Far  in  wide  ocean,  and  from  sight  of  shore  : 
The  tenth  we  touch'd,  by  various  errors  toss'd. 
The  land  of  Lotus  and  the  flowery  coast. 
We  climb' d  the  beach,  and  springs  of  water  found, 
Then  spread  our  hasty  banquet  on  the  ground. 
Three  men  were  sent,  deputed  from  the  crew 
(A  herald  one)  the  dubious  coast  to  view. 
And  learn  what  habitants  possess'd  the  place. 
They  went,  and  found  a  hospitable  race  : 
Not  prone  to  ill,  nor  strange  to  foreign  guest. 
They  eat,  they  drink,  and  nature  gives  the  feast 
The  trees  around  them  all  their  food  produce  : 
Lotus  the  name  :  divine,  nectareous  juice  ! 
(Thence  call'd  Lolophagi)  ;  which  whoso  tastes. 
Insatiate  riots  in  the  sweet  repasts, 
Nor  other  home,  nor  other  care  intends. 
But  quits  his  house,  his  country,  and  his  friends. 
The  three  we  sent,  from  off  the  enchanting  ground 
We  dragg'd  reluctant,  and  by  force  we  bound  . 
The  rest  in  haste  forsook  the  pleasing  shore,  , 

Or,  the  charm  tasted,  had  return'd  no  more.  ,  ;: 

Now  placed  in  order  on  their  banks,  they  sweep  '  •; 

The  sea's  smooth  face,  and  cleave  the  hoary  deep  :  ' 

With  heavy  hearts  we  labour  through  the  tide,  | 

To  coasts  unknown,  and  oceans  yet  untried.  i 

"  The  land  of  Cyclops  first,  a  savage  kind,  '. 

Nor  tamed  by  manners,  nor  by  laws  confined  : 
Untaught  to  plant,  to  turn  the  glebe,  and  sow. 
They  all  their  products  to  free  nature  owtf  i 


CIC0K8,    LOTOPHAGI   AND    CYCLOPS.  141 

The  soil,  untill'd,  a  ready  harvest  yields, 
With  wheat  and  barley  wave  the  golden  fields  : 
Spontaneous  wines  from  weighty  clusters  pour. 
And  Jove  descends  in  each  prolific  shower. 
By  these  no  statues  and  no  rights  are  known, 
No  council  held,  no  monarch  fills  the  throne  ; 
But  high  on  hills,  or  airy  cliffs,  they  dwell. 
Or  deep  in  caves  whose  entrance  leads  to  hell. 
Each  rules  his  race,  his  neighbour  not  his  care, 
Heedless  of  others,  to  his  own  severe. 

"  Opposed  to  the  Cyclopean  coast,  there  lay 
An  isle,  whose  hill  their  subject  fields  survey  ; 
Its  name  Lachaea,  crown'd  with  many  a  grove, 
Where  savage  goats  through  pathless  thickets  rove  : 
No  needy  mortals  here,  with  hunger  bold, 
Or  wretched  hunters  through  the  wintry  cold 
Pursue  their  flight ;  but  leave  them  safe  to  bound 
From  hill  to  hill,  o'er  all  the  desert  ground. 
Nor  knows  the  soil  to  feed  the  fleecy  care, 
Or  feels  the  labours  of  the  crooked  share  ; 
But  uninhabited,  untill'd,  unsown. 
It  lies,  and  breeds  the  bleating  goat  alone. 
For  there  no  vessel  with  vermilion  prore, 
Or  bark  of  traffic,  glides  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
The  rugged  race  of  savages,  unskill'd 
The  seas  to  traverse,  or  the  ships  to  build. 
Gaze  on  the  coast,  nor  cultivate  the  soil, 
Unlearn'd  in  all  the  industrious  arts  of  toil. 
Yet  here  all  products  and  all  plants  abound. 
Sprung  from  the  fruitful  genius  of  the  ground ; 
Fields  waving  high  with  heavy  crops  are  seen. 
And  vines  that  flourish  in  eternal  green. 
Refreshing  meads  along  the  murmuring  main. 
And  fountains  streaming  down  the  fruitful  plain. 

"  A  port  there  is,  inclosed  on  either  side. 
Where  ships  may  rest,  unanchor'd  and  untied  ; 
Till  the  glad  mariners  incline  to  sail, 
And  the  sea  whitens  with  the  rising  gale. 
High  at  the  head,  from  out  the  cavern 'd  rock. 
In  living  rills  a  gushing  fountain  broke  : 
Around  it,  and  above,  for  ever  green, 
The  busy  alders  form'd  a  shady  scene  ; 
Hither  some  favouring  god,  beyond  our  thought. 
Through  all  surrounding  shade  our  navy  brought ; 
For  gloomy  night  descended  on  the  main. 
Nor  glimmer'd  Phoebe  in  the  ethereal  plain  : 
But  all  unseen  the  eloaded  island  lay, 


142  THE  ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

And  all  imseen  the  surge  and  rolling  sea, 
Till  safe  we  anclior'd  in  the  shelter'd  bay  : 
Our  sails  we  gather'd,  cast  our  cables  o'er, 
And  slept  secure  along  the  sandy  shore. 
Soon  as  again  the  rosy  morning  shone, 
Reveal'd  the  landscape  and  the  scene  unknown. 
With  wonder  seized,  we  view  the  pleasing  ground. 
And  walk  delighted,  and  expatiate  round. 
Roused  by  the  woodland  nymphs  at  early  dawn, 
The  mountain  goats  came  bounding  o'er  the  lawn  : 
In  haste  our  fellows  to  the  ships  repair, 
For  arms  and  weapons  of  the  sylvan  war  ; 
Straight  in  three  squadrons  all  our  crew  we  part. 
And  bend  the  bow,  or  wing  the  missile  dart  ; 
The  bounteous  gods  afford  a  copious  prey, 
And  nine  fat  goats  each  vessel  bears  away  : 
The  royal  bark  had  ten.     Our  ships  complete 
We  thus  supplied  (for  twelve  were  all  the  fleet). 

"Here,  till  the  setting  sun  roll'd  down  the  light. 
We  sat  indulging  in  the  genial  rite  : 
Nor  wines  were  wanting  ;  those  from  ample  jars 
We  drain'd,  the  prize  of  our  Ciconian  wars. 
The  land  of  Cyclops  lay  in  prospect  near  : 
The  voice  of  goats  and  bleating  flocks  we  hear, 
And  from  their  mountains  rising  smokes  appear. 
Now  sunk  the  sun,  and  darkness  cover'd  o'er 
The  face  of  things  :  along  the  sea-beat  shore 
Satiate  we  slept  :  but,  when  the  sacred  dawn 
Arising  glitter'd  o'er  the  dewy  lawn, 
I  call'd  my  fellows,  and  these  words  address'd  • 
'  My  dear  associates,  here  indulge  your  rest ; 
While,  with  my  single  ship,  adventurous,  I 
Go  forth,  the  manners  of  yon  men  to  try  ; 
Whether  a  race  unjust,  of  barbarou>  might. 
Rude  and  unconscious  of  a  stranger's  riglit  ; 
Or  such  who  harbour  pity  in  their  breast, 
Revere  the  gods,  and  succour  the  distress'd.' 

"  This  said,  I  clunb'd  my  vessel's  lofty  side  ; 
My  train  obey'd  me,  and  the  ship  untied. 
In  order  seated  on  their  banks,  tbey  sweep 
Neptune's  smooth  face,  and  cleave  the  yielding  deep. 
When  to  the  nearest  verge  of  land  we  drew. 
Fast  by  the  sea  a  lonely  cave  we  view. 
High,  and  with  darkening  laurels  covered  o'er  ; 
Where  sheep  and  goats  lay  slumbering  round  the  shore* 
Near  this,  a  fence  of  marble  from  the  rock. 
Brown  with  o'erarching  pine  and  spreading  oak. 


tnCONS,    LOTOPHAGI   AND   CYCLOPS.  143 

A  giant  shepherd  here  his  flock  maintains 

Far  from  the  rest,  and  solitary  reigns, 

In  shelter  thick  of  horrid  shade  reclined  ; 

And  gloomy  mischiefs  labour  in  his  mind. 

A  form  enormous  !  far  unlike  the  race 

Of  human  birth,  in  stature,  or  in  face  ; 

As  some  lone  mountain's  monstrous  growth  he  stood, 

Crown'd  with  rough  thickets,  and  a  nodding  wood. 

I  left  my  vessel  at  the  point  of  land, 

And  close  to  guard  it,  gave  our  crew  command  : 

With  only  twelve,  the  boldest  and  the  best, 

I  seek  the  adventure,  and  forsake  the  rest. 

Then  took  a  goatskin  fiU'd  with  precious  wine. 

The  gift  of  Marou  of  Evantheus'  line 

(The  priest  of  Phoebus  at  the  Ismarian  shrine). 

In  sacred  shade  his  honour'd  mansion  stood 

Amidst  Apollo's  consecrated  wood  ; 

Him,  and  his  house.  Heaven  moved  my  mind  to  save. 

And  costly  presents  in  return  he  gave  ; 

Seven  golden  talents  to  perfection  wrought, 

A  silver  bowl  that  held  a  copious  draught. 

And  twelve  large  vessels  of  unmingled  wine. 

Mellifluous,  undecaying,  and  divine  ! 

Which  now,  some  ages  from  his  race  conceal'd, 

The  hoary  sire  in  gratitude  reveal'd. 

Such  was  the  wine  :  to  quench  whose  fervent  steam 

Scarce  twenty  measures  from  the  living  stream 

To  cool  one  cup  sufficed  :  the  goblet  crown'd 

Breathed  aromatic  fragrances  around. 

Of  this  an  ample  vase  we  heaved  aboard, 

And  brought  another  with  provisions  stored. 

My  soul  foreboded  I  should  find  the  bower 

Of  some  fell  monster,  fierce  with  barbarous  power ; 

Some  rustic  wretch,  who  lived  in  Heaven's  despite. 

Contemning  laws,  and  trampling  on  the  right. 

The  cave  we  found,  but  vacant  all  within 

(His  flock  the  giant  tended  on  the  green): 

But  round  the  grot  we  gaze  ;  and  all  we  view, 

In  order  ranged,  our  admiration  drew  : 

The  bending  shelves  with  loads  of  cheeses  press'd. 

The  folded  flocks  each  separate  from  the  rest 

(The  larger  here,  and  there  the  lesser  lambs. 

The  new-fallen  young  here  bleating  for  their  dams : 

The  kid  distinguish'd  from  the  lambkin  lies)  : 

The  cavern  echoes  with  responsive  cries. 

Capacious  chargers  all  around  were  laid. 

Full  pails,  and  vessels  of  the  milking  trade. 


144  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOBiIEB. 

With  fresli  provisions  hence  our  fleet  to  store 

My  friends  advise  uie,  and  to  quit  the  shore. 

Or  drive  a  floclc  of  sheep  and  goats  away, 

Consult  our  safety,  and  put  off  to  sea. 

Their  wholesome  counsel  rashly  I  declined. 

Curious  to  view  the  inan  of  monstrous  kind,  ; 

And  try  what  social  rites  a  savage  lends  : 

Dire  rites,  alas  !  and  fatal  to  my  friends  ! 

"  Then  first  a  fire  we  kindle,  and  prepare 
For  his  return  with  sacrifice  and  prayer ; 
The  loaden  shelves  afford  us  full  repast ; 
We  sit  expecting.     Lo  !  he  comes  at  last. 
Near  half  a  forest  on  his  back  he  bore. 
And  cast  the  ponderous  burden  at  the  door. 
It  thunder'd  as  it  fell.     We  trembled  then. 
And  sought  the  deep  recesses  of  the  den. 
Now  driven  before  him  through  the  arching  rock. 
Came  tumbling,  heaps  on  heaps,  the  unnumber'd  flock. 
Big-udder'd  ewes,  and  goats  of  female  kind 
(The  males  were  penn'd  in  outward  courts  behind) ; 
Then,  heaved  on  high,  a  rock's  enormous  weight 
To  the  cave's  mouth  he  roll'd,  and  closed  the  gate 
(Scarce  twenty  four-wheel'd  cars,  compact  and  strong, 
The  massy  load  could  bear,  or  roll  along). 
He  next  betakes  him  to  his  evening  cares. 
And,  sitting  down,  to  milk  his  flocks  prepares  ; 
Of  half  their  udders  eases  first  the  dams. 
Then  to  the  mother's  teat  submits  the  lambs  ; 
Half  the  white  stream  to  hardening  cheese  he  press'd. 
And  high  in  wicker-baskets  heap'd  :  the  rest. 
Reserved  in  bowls,  supplied  his  nightly  feast. 
His  labour  done,  he  fired  the  pile,  that  gave 
A  sudden  blaze,  and  lighted  all  the  cave. 
We  stand  discover'd  by  the  rising  fires  ; 
Askance  the  giant  glares,  and  thus  inquires  : 

"  'What  are  ye,  guests?  on  what  adventure,  say, 
Thus  far  ye  wander  through  the  watery  way? 
Pirates  perhaps,  who  seek  through  seas  unknown 
The  lives  of  others,  and  expose  your  own?' 

"  His  voice  like  thunder  through  the  cavern  sounds  : 
My  bold  companions  thrilling  fear  confounds, 
Appall'd  at  sight  of  more  than  mortal  man  ! 
At  length,  with  heart  recover'd,  I  began  : 

"  '  From  Troy's  famed  fields,  sad  wanderers  o'er  the  Baain, 
Behold  the  relics  of  the  Grecian  train  : 
Through  various  seas,  by  various  perils  toss'd. 
And  forced  by  storms,  unwilling  on  your  coast ; 


CICOKB,    LOTOPHAGI   AND   CYCLOPS.  145 

Far  from  our  destined  course  and  native  land, 
Such  was  our  fate,  and  such  high  Jove's  command  1 
Nor  what  we  are  befits  us  to  disclaim, 
Atrides'  friends  (in  arms  a  mighty  name), 
Who  taught  proud  Troy  and  all  her  sons  to  bow  5 
Victors  of  late,  but  humble  suppliants  now  I 
Tjow  at  thy  knee  thy  succour  we  implore  ; 
Respect  us,  human,  and  relieve  us,  poor. 
At  least,  some  hospitable  gift  bestow, 
'Tis  what  the  happy  to  the  unhappy  owe  ; 
'Tis  what  the  gods  require  :  those  gods  revere  ; 
The  poor  and  stranger  are  their  constant  care  ; 
To  Jove  their  cause,  and  their  revenge  belongs, 
He  wanders  with  them,  and  he  feels  their  wronga  " 

"  '  Fools  that  ye  are  (the  savage  thus  replies, 
His  inward  fury  blazing  at  his  eyes). 
Or  strangers,  distant  far  from  our  abodes. 
To  bid  me  reverence  or  regard  the  gods. 
Know  then,  we  Cyclops  are  a  race  above 
Those  air-bred  people,  and  their  goat-nursed  Jove  *, 
And  learn,  our  power  proceeds  with  thee  and  thinQ 
Not  as  he  wills,  but  as  ourselves  incline. 
But  answer,  the  good  ship  that  brought  ye  o'er. 
Where  lies  she  anchor'd  1  near  or  oft"  the  shore  T 

"  Thus  he.     His  meditated  fraud  I  find 
(Versed  in  the  turns  of  various  human-kind)  : 
And,  cautious  thus  :  '  Against  a  dreadful  rock. 
Fast  by  your  shore  the  gallant  vessel  broke. 
Scarce  with  these  few  I  'scaped  ;  of  all  my  train. 
Whom  angry  Neptune,  whelm'd  beneath  the  main  •• 
The  scattered  wreck  the  winds  blew  back  again.' 

"  He  answer'd  with  his  deed  :  his  bloody  hand 
Snatch'd  two,  unhappy  !  of  my  martial  band  ; 
And  dash'd  like  dogs  against  the  stony  floor  : 
The  pavement  swims  with  brains  and  mingled  gore. 
Torn  limb  from  limb,  he  spreads  his  horrid  feast, 
And  fierce  devours  it  like  a  mountain  beast  : 
He  sucks  the  marrow,  and  the  blood  he  drains, 
Nor  entrails,  flesh,  nor  solid  bone  remains. 
We  see  the  death  from  which  we  cannot  move. 
And  humbled  groan  beneath  the  hand  of  Jove. 
His  ample  maw  with  human  carnage  fiU'd, 
A  milky  deluge  next  the  giant  swill'd  ; 
Then  stretch'd  in  length  o'er  half  the  cavern'd  rock, 
Lay  senseless,  and  supine,  amidst  the  flock. 
To  seize  the  time,  and  with  a  sudden  wound 
To  fix  the  slumbering  monster  to  the  ground, 


146  THE   ODYSSEY  OP  HOMEB. 

My  soul  impels  me !  and  in  act  I  stand 

To  draw  the  sword  ;  but  wisdom  held  my  hand. 

A  deed  so  rash  had  finished  all  our  fate, 

No  mortal  forces  from  the  lofty  gate 

Could  roll  the  rock.     In  hopeless  grief  we  lay. 

And  sigh,  expecting  the  return  of  day. 

Now  did  the  rosy-fingered  morn  arise. 

And  shed  her  sacred  light  along  the  skies  ; 

He  wakes,  he  lights  the  fire,  he  milks  the  dams. 

And  to  the  mother's  teats  submits  the  lambs. 

The  task  thus  finish'd  of  his  morning  hours. 

Two  more  he  snatches,  murders,  and  devours. 

Then  pleased,  and  whistling,  drives  his  flock  before, 

Removes  the  rocky  mountain  from  the  door, 

And  shuts  again  :  with  equal  ease  disposed, 

As  a  light  quiver's  lid  is  oped  and  closed. 

His  giant  voice  the  echoing  region  fills  : 

His  flocks,  obedient,  spread  o'er  all  the  hills. 

"  Thus  left  behind,  even  in  the  last  despair 
I  thought,  devised,  and  Pallas  heard  my  prayer. 
Revenge,  and  doubt,  and  caution,  work'd  my  breast ; 
But  this  of  many  counsels  seem'd  the  best : 
The  monster's  club  within  the  cave  I  spied, 
A  tree  of  stateliest  growth,  and  yet  undried, 
Green  from  the  wood  ;  of  height  and  bulk  so  vast, 
Tlie  largest  ship  might  claim  it  for  a  mast. 
This  shorten'd  of  its  top,  I  gave  my  train 
A  fathom's  length,  to  shape  it  and  to  plane  ; 
The  narrower  end  I  sharpen'd  to  a  spire. 
Whose  point  we  harden 'd  with  the  force  of  fire, 
And  hid  it  in  the  dust  that  strew'd  the  cave. 
Then  to  my  few  companions,  bold  and  brave, 
Proposed,  who  first  the  venturous  deed  should  try. 
In  the  broad  orbit  of  his  monstrous  eye 
To  plunge  the  brand  and  twirl  the  pointed  wood, 
When  slumber  next  should  tame  the  man  of  blood. 
Just  as  I  wished,  the  lots  were  cast  on  four  : 
Myself  the  fifth.     We  stand  and  wait  the  hour. 
He  comes  with  evening  :  all  his  fleecy  flock 
Before  him  march,  and  pour  into  the  rock  : 
Not  one,  or  male  or  female,  stayed  behind 
(So  fortune  chanced,  or  so  some  god  designed)  ; 
Then  heaving  high  the  stone's  unwieldy  weight, 
He  roll'd  it  on  the  cave  and  closed  the  gate. 
First  down  he  sits,  to  milk  the  woolly  dams. 
And  then  permits  their  udder  to  the  lambs. 
Next  seized  two  wretches  more,  and  headlong  cast, 


CICON8,    liOTOPHAGI   AND   CYCLOPS.  147 

Brain'd  on  tlie  rock  ;  his  second  dire  repast. 
I  then  approach'd  him  reeking  with  their  gore. 
And  held  the  brimming  goblet  foaming  o'er  ; 
'  Cyclop  !  since  human  flesh  has  been  thy  feast, 
Now  drain  this  goblet,  potent  to  digest  ; 
Know  hence  what  treasures  in  our  ship  we  lost, 
And  what  rich  liquors  other  climates  boast. 
We  to  thy  shore  the  precious  freight  shall  bear. 
If  home  thou  send  us  and  vouchsafe  to  spare. 
But  oh  !  thus  furious,  thirsting  thus  for  gore. 
The  sons  of  men  shall  ne'er  approach  thy  shore. 
And  never  shalt  thou  taste  this  nectar  more.' 

"  He  heard,  he  took,  and  pouring  down  his  throat. 
Delighted,  swill'd  the  large  luxurious  draught. 
'  More  !  give  me  more  (he  cried)  :  the  boon  be  thine. 
Whoe'er  thou  art  that  bear'st  celestial  wine  ! 
Declare  thy  name  :  not  mortal  is  this  juice. 
Such  as  the  unbless'd  Cyclopsean  climes  produce 
(Though  sure  our  vine  the  largest  cluster  yields, 
And  Jove's  scorn'd  thunder  serves  to  drench  our  fields) ; 
But  this  descended  from  the  bless'd  abodes, 
A  rill  of  nectar,  streaming  from  the  gods.' 

"  He  said,  and  greedy  grasped  the  heady  bowl. 
Thrice  drained,  and  poured  the  deluge  on  his  soul. 
His  sense  lay  covered  with  the  dozy  fume  ; 
While  thus  my  fraudful  speech  I  reassume. 
'  Thy  promised  boon,  O  Cyclop  !  now  I  claim. 
And  plead  my  title  ;  Noman  is  my  name. 
By  that  distinguish'd  from  my  tender  years, 
'Tis  what  my  parents  call  me,  and  my  peers. 

"  The  giant  then  :  '  Our  promis'd  grace  receive. 
The  hospitable  boon  we  mean  to  give  : 
When  all  thy  wretched  crew  have  felt  my  power, 
Noman  shall  be  the  last  I  will  devour.' 

"  He  said  :  then  nodding  with  the  fumes  of  wine 
Droop'd  his  huge  head,  and  snoring  lay  supine. 
His  neck  obliquely  o'er  his  shoulders  hung, 
Press'd  with  the  weight  of  sleep  that  tames  the  strong  : 
There  belch'd  th«  mingled  streams  of  wine  and  blood, 
And  human  flesh,  his  indigested  food. 
Sudden  I  stir  the  embers,  and  inspire 
With  animating  breath  the  seeds  of  fire  ; 
Each  drooping  spirit  with  bold  words  repair. 
And  urged  my  train  the  dreadful  deed  to  dare. 
The  stake  now  glow'd  beneath  the  burning  bed 
(Green  as  it  was)  and  sparkled  fiery  red. 
Then  forth  the  vengeful  instrument  I  bring  ; 


148  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMBB. 

With  beating  hearts  my  fellows  form  a  ring. 

Urged  by  some  present  god,  they  swift  let  fall 

The  pointed  torment  on  his  visual  ball. 

Myself  above  them  from  a  rising  ground 

Guide  the  sharp  stake,  and  twirl  it  round  and  round. 

As  when  a  shipwright  stands  his  workmen  o'er. 

Who  ply  the  wimble,  some  huge  beam  to  bore  ; 

Urged  on  all  hands,  it  nimbly  spins  about, 

The  grain  deep-piercing  till  it  scoops  it  out  : 

In  his  broad  eye  so  whirls  the  fiery  wood  ; 

From  the  pierced  pupil  spouts  the  boiling  blood  ; 

Singed  are  his  brows  ;  the  scorching  lids  grow  black  ; 

The  jelly  bubbles,  and  the  fibres  crack. 

And  as  when  armourers  temper  in  the  ford 

The  keen-edged  pole-axe,  or  the  shining  sword. 

The  red-hot  metal  hisses  in  the  lake, 

Thus  in  his  eye-ball  hiss'd  the  plunging  stake. 

He  sends  a  d.eadful  groan,  the  rocks  around 

Through  all  their  inmost  winding  caves  resound. 

Scared  we  receded.     Forth  with  frantic  hand, 

He  tore  and  dash'd  on  earth  and  gory  brand  : 

Then  calls  the  Cyclops,  all  that  round  him  dwell. 

With  voice  like  thunder,  and  a  diretul  yell. 

From  all  their  dens  the  one-eyed  race  repair. 

From  rifted  rocks,  and  mountains  bleak  in  air. 

All  haste  assembled,  at  his  well-known  roar, 

Inquire  the  cause,  and  crowd  the  cavern  door. 

"  '  What  hurts  thee,  Polypbeme  '?  what  strange  affright 
Thus  breaks  our  slumbers,  and  disturbs  the  night? 
Does  any  mortal,  in  the  unguarded  hour 
Of  sleep,  oppress  thee,  or  by  fraud  or  power? 

Or  thieves  insidious  thy  fair  flock  surprise?' 
Thus  they  :  the  Cyclop  from  his  den  replies  : 

"  'Friends,  Noman  kills  me  ;  Noman,  in  the  hour 
Of  sleep,  oppresses  me  with  fraudful  power,* 
'  If  no  man  hurt  thee,  but  the  hand  divine 
Inflict  disease,  it  fits  thee  to  resign  : 
To  Jove  or  to  thy  father  Neptune  pray,' 
The  brethren  cried,  and  instant  strode  awav. 
"Joy  touch'd  my  secret  soul  and  conscious  heart. 
Pleased  with  the  effect  of  conduct  and  of  art. 
Meantime  the  Cyclop,  raging  with  his  wound. 
Spreads  his  wide  arms,  and  searches  round  and  round : 
At  last,  the  stone  removing  from  the  gate. 
With  hands  extended  in  the  midst  he  sate  : 
And  search'd  each  passing  sheep,  and  fell  it  o'er, 
Secure  to  seize  us  ere  we  reach'd  the  door 


CICONS,    LOTOPHAGl  AND   CYCLOPS.  149 

(Such  as  his  shallow  wit  he  deem'd  was  mine) ; 

But  secret  I  revolved  the  deep  design  : 

'Twas  for  our  lives  my  labouring  bosom  wrought ; 

Each  scheme  I  turn'd,  and  sharpen'd  every  thought  ; 

This  way  and  that  I  cast  to  save  my  friends. 

Till  one  resolve  my  varying  counsel  ends. 

"  Strong  were  the  rams,  with  native  purple  fair, 
Well  fed,  and  largest  of  the  fleecy  care. 
These,  three  and  three,  with  osier  bands  we  tied 
(The  twining  bands  the  Cyclop's  bed  supplied) ; 
The  midmost  bore  a  man,  the  outward  two 
Secured  each  side  :  so  bound  we  all  the  crew. 
One  ram  remain'd,  the  leader  of  the  flock  : 
In  his  deep  fleece  my  grasping  hands  I  lock. 
And  fast  beneath,  in  wooly  curls  inwove, 
There  cling  implicit,  and  confide  in  Jove. 
Wiien  rosy  morning  glimmer'd  o'er  the  dales, 
He  drove  to  pasture  all  the  lusty  males  : 
The  ewes  still  folded,  with  distended  thighs 
Unmilk'd  lay  bleating  in  distressful  cries. 
But  heedless  of  those  cares,  with  anguish  stung, 
He  felt  their  fleeces  as  they  pass'd  along 
(Fool  that  he  was,)  and  let  them  safely  go, 
All  unsuspecting  of  their  freight  below, 

"  The  master  ram  at  last  approacli'd  the  gate, 
Charged  with  his  wool,  and  with  Ulysses'  fate. 
Him  while  he  pass'd,  the  monster  blind  bespoke : 
'  What  makes  my  ram  the  lag  of  all  the  flock  ? 
First  thou  wert  wont  to  crop  the  flowery  mead. 
First  to  the  field  and  river's  bank  to  lead, 
And  first  with  stately  step  at  evening  hour 
Thy  fleecy  fellows  usher  to  their  bower. 
Now  far  the  last,  with  pensive  pace  and  slow 
Thou  movest,  as  conscious  of  thy  master's  woe  ! 
Seest  thou  these  lids  that  now  unfold  in  vain? 
(The  deed  of  Noman  and  his  wicked  train  !) 
Oh  !  did'st  thou  feel  for  thy  afflicted  lord. 
And  would  but  Fate  the  power  of  speech  afford, 
Soon  might'st  thou  tell  me,  where  in  secret  here 
The  dastard  lurks,  all  trembling  with  his  fear  : 
Swung  round  and  round,  and  dash'd  from  rock  to  rock. 
His  battered  brains  should  on  the  pavement  smoke. 
No  ease,  no  pleasure  my  sad  heart  receives. 
While  such  a  monster  as  vile  Noman  lives. ' 

"  The  giant  spoke,  and  through  the  hollow  rock 
Dismiss'd  the  ram,  the  father  of  the  flock. 
No  Soulier  freed,  and  through  the  inclosure  pass'd. 


150  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEK. 

First  I  release  myself,  my  fellows  last : 
Fat  sheep  and  goats  in  tlirongs  we  drive  before, 
Aijd  reach  our  vessel  on  the  winding  shore. 
With  joy  the  sailors  view  their  friends  return'd, 
And  hail  us  living  whom  as  dead  they  mourn'd 
Big  tears  of  transport  stand  in  every  eye  : 
I  check  their  fondness,  and  command  to  fly. 
Aboard  in  haste  they  heave  the  wealthy  sheep. 
And  snatch  their  oars,  and  rush  into  the  deep. 
"  Now  off  at  sea,  and  from  the  shallows  clear. 
As  far  as  human  voice  could  reach  the  ear, 
With  taunts  the  distant  giant  I  accost  : 
'  Hear  me,  0  Cyclop  !  hear,  ungracious  host ! 
"Twas  on  no  coward,  no  ignoble  slave. 
Thou  meditatest  thy  meal  in  yonder  cave  ; 
But  one,  the  vengeance  fated  from  above 
Doom'd  to  inflict ;  the  instrument  of  Jove. 
Thy  barbarous  breach  of  hospitable  bands. 
The  god,  the  god  revenges  by  my  hands.' 

"These  words  the  Cyclop's  burning  rage  provoke 
From  the  tall  hill  he  rends  a  pointed  rock  ; 
High  o'er  the  billows  flew  the  massy  load. 
And  near  the  ship  came  thundering  on  the  flood. 
It  almost  brush'd  the  helm,  and  fell  before  : 
The  whole  sea  shook,  and  refluent  beat  the  shore. 
The  strong  concussion  on  the  heaving  tide 
Roll'd  back  the  vessel  to  the  island's  side  : 
Again  I  shoved  her  off  :   our  fate  to  fly, 
Each  nerve  we  stretch,  and  every  oar  we  ply. 
Just  'scaped  impending  death,  when  now  again 
We  twice  as  far  had  furrow'd  back  the  main. 
Once  more  I  raise  my  voice  ;  my  friends,  afraid. 
With  mild  entreaties  my  design  dissuade  : 
'  What  boots  the  godless  giant  to  provoke. 
Whose  arm  may  sink  us  at  a  single  stroke  ? 
Already  when  the  dreadful  rock  he  threw. 
Old  Ocean  shook,  and  back  his  surges  flew. 
The  sounding  voice  directs  his  aim  again  ; 
The  rock  o'erwhelms  us,  and  we  'scaped  in  vain.* 

"  But  I,  of  mind  elate,  and  scorning  fear. 
Thus  with  new  taunts  insult  the  monster's  ear  : 
'  Cyclop  I  if  any,  pitying  thy  disgrace. 
Ask,  who  disfigured  thus  that  eyeless  face  T 
Say  'twas  Ulysses  :  'twas  his  deed  declare, 
Laertes'  son,  of  Ithaca  the  fair  ; 
Ulysses,  far  in  fighting  fields  renown'd. 
Before  whose  arm  Troy  tumbled  to  the  grouiid,' 


C3ICON8,   LOTOPHAGI  AND  CYCLOPS.  151 

"  The  astonished  savage  with  a  roar  replies  : 
'  Oh  heaveus  I  oh  faith  of  ancient  prophecies  I 
This,  Telemus  Eurymedes  foretold 
(The  mighty  seer  who  on  these  hills  grew  old  ; 
Skill'd  the  dark  fates  of  mortals  to  declare, 
And  learn'd  in  all  wing'd  omens  of  the  air)  ; 
Long  since  he  menaced,  such  was  Fate's  command  ; 
And  named  Ulysses  as  the  destined  hand. 
I  deem'd  some  godlike  giant  to  behold, 
Or  lofty  hero,  haughty,  brave,  and  bold  ; 
Not  this  weak  pigmy  wretch,  of  mean  design. 
Who,  not  by  strength  subdued  me,  but  by  wine. 
But  come,  accept  our  gifts,  and  join  to  pray 
Great  Neptune's  blessing  on  the  watery  way  ; 
For  his  I  am,  and  I  the  lineage  own  ; 
The  immortal  father  no  less  boasts  the  son. 
His  power  can  heal  me,  and  relight  my  eye  ; 
And  only  his,  of  all  the  gods  on  high.' 

"  '  Oh  !  could  this  arm  (I  thus  aloud  rejoin'd) 
From  that  vast  bulk  dislodge  thy  bloody  mind. 
And  send  thee  howling  to  the  realms  of  night  I 
As  sure  as  Neptune  cannot  give  thee  sight.' 

"  Thus  I ;  while  raging  he  repeats  his  cries, 
With  hands  uplifted  to  the  starry  skies  ? 
'  Hear  me,  O  Neptune  ;  thou  whose  arms  are  hurl'd 
From  shore  to  shore,  and  gird  the  solid  world  ; 
If  thine  I  am,  nor  thou  my  birth  disown. 
And  if  the  unhappy  Cyclop  be  thy  son, 
Let  not  Ulysses  breathe  his  native  air, 
Laertes'  son,  of  Ithaca  the  fair. 
If  to  review  his  country  be  his  fate, 
Be  it  through  toils  and  sufferings  long  and  late ; 
His  lost  companions  let  him  first  deplore  ; 
Some  vessel,  not  his  own,  transport  him  o'er  ; 
And  when  at  home  from  foreign  sufferings  freed, 
More  near  and  deep,  domestic  woes  succeed  1 ' 

"  With  imprecations  thus  he  fill'd  the  air. 
And  angry  Neptune  heard  the  unrighteous  prayer, 
A  larger  rock  then  heaving  from  the  plain, 
He  whirl'd  it  round  :  it  sung  across  the  main  ; 
It  fell,  and  brush'd  the  stern  :  the  billows  roar. 
Shake  at  the  weight,  and  refluent  beat  the  shore. 
With  all  our  force  we  kept  aloof  to  sea. 
And  gain'd  the  island  where  our  vessels  lay. 
Our  sight  the  whole  collected  navy  cheer'd. 
Who,  waiting  long,  by  turns  had  hoped  and  fear'd, 
There  disembarking  on  the  green  sea  side. 


153  THE  ODYSSEY   OF  HOMBK. 

We  land  our  cattle,  and  the  spoil  divide  : 
Of  these  due  shares  to  every  sailor  fall ; 
The  master  ram  was  voted  mine  by  all  : 
And  him  (the  guardian  of  Ulysses'  fate) 
With  pious  mind  to  heaven  I  consecrate. 
But  the  great  god,  whose  thunder  rends  the  skies. 
Averse,  beholds  the  smoking  sacrifice  ; 
And  sees  me  wandering  still  from  coast  to  coast. 
And  all  my  vessels,  all  my  people,  lost ! 
While  thoughtless  we  indulge  the  genial  rite, 
As  plenteous  cates  and  flowing  bowls  invite  ; 
Till  evening  Phoebus  roll'd  away  the  light : 
Stretch'd  on  the  shore  in  careless  ease  we  rest, 
Till  ruddy  morning  purpled  o'er  the  east ; 
Then  from  their  anchors  all  our  ships  unbind. 
And  mount  the  decks,  and  call  the  willing  wind. 
NovV,  ranged  in  order  on  our  banks  we  sweep. 
With  hasty  strokes  the  hoarse-resounding  deep  ; 
Blind  to  the  future,  pensive  with  our  fears, 
Gl^d  for  tlie  living,  for  tjie  d§a4  ia  tears." 


BOOK  X. 

AEGUMENT. 

ADTIirrTIREB  WITH  JEOhVS,  THE  L^ESTRTGONS,    AND  CIRCE. 

UlygseB  arrives  at  the  island  of  -lEolus,  who  gives  him  prosperous  winds, 
and  incloses  the  adverse  ones  in  a  has,  which  his  companions  unty- 
ing, they  are  driven  back  again  and  rejected.  Then  they  sail  to  the 
Lsesirygons,  where  they  lose  eleven  ships,  and,  with  only  one  remain- 
ing, proceed  to  the  island  of  Circe.  Eurylochus  is  sent  first  with 
some  companions,  all  which,  except  Eurylochus,  are  transformed  into 
swine.  Ulysses  then  undertakes  the  adventure,  and,  by  the  help  of 
Mercury,  who  gives  him  the  herb  Moly,  overcomes  the  enchantress, 
and  procures  tne  restoration  of  his  men.  After  a  year's  stay  with 
her,  ne  prepares,  at  her  instigation,  for  his  voyage  to  the  inferna] 
shades. 

"At  length  we  reach'd  folia's  sea-girt  shore, 

Where  great  Hippotades  the  sceptre  bore, 

A  floating  isle  !  high-raised  by  toil  divine, 

Strong  walls  of  brass  the  rocky  coast  confine. 

Six  blooming  youths,  in  private  grandeur  bred. 

And  six  fair  daughters  graced  the  royal  bed  : 

These  sons  their  sisters  wed,  and  all  remain 

Their  parents'  pride,  and  pleasure  of  their  reign. 

All  day  they  feast,  all  day  the  bowls  flow  round, 

And  joy  and  music  through  the  isle  resound  : 

At  night  each  pair  on  splendid  carpets  lay. 

And  crown'd  with  love  the  pleasures  of  the  day. 

This  happy  port  affords  our  wandering  fleet 

A  month's  reception,  and  a  safe  retreat. 

Full  oft  the  monarch  urged  me  to  relate 

The  fall  of  Ilion,  and  the  Grecian  fate  ; 

Full  oft  I  told  :  at  length  for  parting  moved  ; 

The  king  with  mighty  gifts  my  suit  approved. 

The  adverse  winds  in  leathern  bags  he  braced, 

Cjmpress'd  their  force,  and  lock'd  each  struggling  blast. 

For  him  the  mighty  sire  of  gods  assign'd 

The  tempest's  lood,  the  tyrant  of  the  wind  : 

His  word  alone  the  listening  storms  obey, 

To  sraootli  the  deep,  or  swell  the  foamy  sea, 

Xliese  in  my  hollow  ship  the  monarch  hung, 

C153) 


154  THE   ODTSSET   OF    HOMEK. 

Securely  fetter'd  by  a  silver  tlioug  : 

But  Zephyrus  exempt,  with  friendly  gales 

He  charged  to  fill,  and  guide  the  swelling  sails  : 

Rare  gift !  but  0,  what  gift  to  fools  avails  I 

"  Nine  prosperous  days  we  plied  the  labouring  oar  ; 
The  tenth  presents  our  welcome  native  shore  : 
The  hills  display  the  beacon's  friendly  light, 
And  rising  mountains  gain  upon  our  sight. 
Then  first  my  eyes,  by  watchful  toils  oppress'd, 
Complied  to  take  the  balmy  gifts  of  rest : 
Then  first  my  hands  did  from  the  rudder  part 
(So  much  the  love  of  home  possess'd  my  heart) : 
When  lo  !  on  board  a  fond  debate  arose  ; 
What  rare  device  those  vessels  might  inclose  ? 
What  sum,  what  prize  from  iEolus  I  brought  ? 
Whilst  to  his  neighbour  each  express'd  his  thought : 

"  '  Say,  whence  ye  gods,  contending  nations  strive 
Who  most  shall  please,  who  most  our  hero  give  ? 
Long  have  his  coffers  groan'd  with  Trojan  spoils  ; 
Whilst  we,  the  wretched  partners  of  his  toils, 
Reproach'd  by  want,  our  fruitless  labours  mourn. 
And  only  rich  in  barren  fame  return. 
Now  iEolus,  ye  see,  augments  his  store  : 
But  come,  my  friends,  these  mystic  gifts  explore,' 
They  said  :  and  (oh  cursed  fate  !)  the  thongs  unbound 
The  gushing  tempest  sweeps  the  ocean  round  ; 
Snatch'd  in  the  whirl,  the  hurried  navy  flew. 
The  ocean  widen'd  and  the  shores  withdrew. 
Roused  from  my  fatal  sleep  I  long  debate 
If  still  to  live,  or  desperate  plunge  to  fate  ; 
Thus  doubting,  prostrate  on  the  deck  I  lay, 
Till  all  the  coward  thoughts  of  death  gave  way. 

"  Meanwhile  our  vessels  plough  the  liquid  plain, 
And  soon  the  known  .^Eolian  coast  regain  ; 
Our  groan  the  rocks  remurmur'd  to  the  main. 
We  leap'd  on  shore,  and  with  a  scanty  feast 
Our  thirst  and  hunger  hastily  repress'd  ; 
That  done,  two  chosen  heralds  straight  attend 
Our  second  progress  to  my  I'oyal  friend  ; 
And  him  amidst  his  jovial  sons  we  iound  ; 
The  banquet  steaming,  and  the  goblets  crown'd  : 
There  humbly  stoop'd  with  conscious  shame  and  awe, 
Nor  nearer  than  the  gate  presumed  to  draw. 
But  soon  his  sons  their  well-known  guest  descried. 
And  starting  from  their  couches  loudly  cried ; 
'  Ulysses  here  !  what  demon  could'st  thou  meet 
To  thwart  thy  passage,  and  repel  thy  fleet  1 


.aiOLtrS,    THE   LiESTRYGOKS  AND  CIRCB.  165 

Wast  thou  not  furnish'd  by  our  choicest  care 
For  Greece,  for  home,  and  all  thy  soul  held  dear?' 
Thus  they.     In  silence  long  my  fate  I  mourn'd  ; 
At  length  these  words  with  accents  low  return'd  : 
'  Me,  lock'd  in  sleep,  my  faithless  crew  bereft 
Of  all  the  blessing  of  your  godlike  gift  ! 
But  grant,  oh  grant,  our  loss  we  may  retrieve  : 
A  favour  you,  and  you  alone  can  give.' 

"  Thus  I  with  art  to  move  their  pity  tried, 
And  touch'd  the  youths  ;  but  their  stern  sire  replied  ; 
'  Vile  wretch,  begone  !  this  instant  I  command 
Thy  fleet  accursed  to  leave  our  hallow'd  land. 
Ilis  baneful  suit  pollutes  these  bless'd  abodes, 
Whose  fate  proclaims  him  hateful  to  the  gods.' 

"  Thus  fierce  he  said  :  we  sighing  went  our  way. 
And  with  desponding  hearts  put  off  to  sea. 
The  sailors  spent  with  toils  their  folly  moum, 
But  mourn  in  vain  ;  no  prospect  of  return  : 
Six  days  and  nights  a  doubtful  course  we  steer, 
The  next  proud  Lamos'  stately  towers  appear, 
And  Lsestrygonia's  gates  arise  distinct  in  air. 
The  shepherd,  quitting  here  at  night  the  plain. 
Calls,  to  succeed  his  cares,  the  watchful  swain  ; 
But  he  that  scorns  the  chains  of  sleep  to  wear, 
And  adds  the  herdsman's  to  the  shepherd's  care. 
So  near  the  pastures,  and  so  short  the  way, 
His  double  toils  may  claim  a  double  pay, 
And  join  the  labours  of  the  night  and  day. 

' '  Within  a  long  recess  a  bay  there  lies, 
Edged  round  with  cliffs  high  pointing  to  the  skies  ; 
The  jutting  shores  that  swell  on  either  side 
Contract  its  mouth,  and  break  the  rushing  tide. 
Our  eager  sailors  seize  the  fair  retreat. 
And  bound  within  the  port  their  crowded  fleet  : 
For  here  retired  the  sinking  billows  sleep. 
And  smiling  calmness  silver'd  o'er  the  deep. 
J  only  in  the  bay  refused  to  moor, 
And  fix'd ,  without,  my  halsers  to  the  shore. 

' '  From  thence  we  climb'd  a  point,  whose  airy  brow 
Commands  the  prospect  of  the  plains  below  : 
No  tracks  of  beasts,  or  signs  of  men,  we  found. 
But  smoky  volumes  rolling  from  the  ground. 
Two  with  our  herald  thither  we  command. 
With  speed  to  learn  what  men  possess'd  the  land. 
They  went,  and  kept  the  wheel's  smooth-beaten  road 
Which  to  the  city  drew  the  mountain  wood ; 
When  lo  !  they  met,  beside  a  crystal  spring, 


156  THE   ODYSSEY   OF  HOMER. 

The  daughter  of  Antiphates  tlie  king  ; 
She  to  Artacia's  silver  streams  came  down 
(Artacia's  streams  alone  supply  the  town)  : 
The  damsel  they  approach,  and  ask'd  what  race 
The  people  were  ?  who  monarch  of  the  place  ? 
With  joy  the  maid  the  unwary  strangers  heard. 
And  sliow'd  them  where  the  royal  dome  appear'd. 
They  went  ;  but  as  they  entering  saw  the  queen 
Of  size  enormous,  and  terrific  mien 
(Not  yielding  to  some  bulky  mountain's  height), 
A  sudden  horror  struck  their  aching  sight. 
Swift  at  her  call  her  husband  scour'd  away 
To  wreak  his  hunger  on  the  destined  prey  ; 
One  for  his  food  the  raging  glutton  slew. 
But  two  rush'd  out,  and  to  the  navy  flew. 

"  Balk'd  of  his  prey,  the  yelling  monster  flies. 
And  fills  the  city  with  his  hideous  cries  : 
A  ghastly  band  of  giants  hear  the  roar, 
And,  pouring  down  the  mountains,  crowd  the  shore, 
Fragments  they  rend  from  off  the  craggy  brow 
And  dash  the  ruins  on  the  ships  below  ; 
The  crackling  vessels  burst ;  hoarse  groans  arise. 
And  mingled  horrors  echo  to  the  skies  ; 
The  men  like  fish,  they  struck  upon  the  flood, 
And  cramm'd  their  filthy  throats  with  human  food. 
Whilst  thus  their  fury  rages  at  the  bay. 
My  sword  our  cables  cut,  I  call'd  to  weigh  ; 
And  charged  my  men,  as  they  from  fate  would  fly. 
Each  nerve  to  strain,  each  bending  oar  to  ply. 
The  sailors  catch  the  word,  their  oars  they  seize. 
And  sweep  with  equal  strokes  the  smoky  seas  : 
Clear  of  the  rocks  the  impatient  vessel  flies  ; 
Whilst  in  the  port  each  wretch  encumber'd  dies. 
With  earnest  haste  my  frighted  sailors  press, 
While  kindling  transports  glow'd  at  our  success  ; 
But  the  sad  fate  that  did  our  friends  destroy, 
Cool'd  every  breast,  and  damp'd  the  rising  joy. 

"  Now  dropp'd  our  anchors  in  the  Mse&n  bay. 
Where  Circe  dwelt,  the  daughter  of  the  Day  1 
Her  mother  Perse,  of  old  Ocean's  strain. 
Thus  from  the  Lun  descended,  and  the  Main 
(From  the  same  lineage  stern  .^aetes  came, 
The  far-famed  brother  of  the  enchantress  dame) ; 
Goddess,  the  queen,  to  whom  tlie  powers  belong 
Of  dreadful  magic  and  commanding  song. 
Some  god  directing  to  this  peaceful  bay 
Silent  we  came,  and  melancholy  lay, 


^OLtrS,    THE    L^STRYGONB  AND   CIRCE.  157 

Spent  and  o'erwatch'd.     Two  days  and  nights  roll'd  on, 

And  now  the  third  succeeding  morning  slione. 

I  climb'd  a  cliff,  with  spear  and  sword  in  hand. 

Whose  ridge  o'erlook'd  a  sliady  length  of  land  ; 

To  learn  if  auglit  of  mortal  works  appear,  ' 

Or  cheerful  voice  of  mortal  strike  the  ear '? 

From  the  high  point  I  mark'd,  in  distant  view, 

A  stream  of  curling  smoke  ascending  blue. 

And  spiry  tops,  the  tufted  trees  above, 

Of  Circe's  palace  bosom'd  in  the  grove. 

"  Thither  to  haste,  the  region  to  explore, 
Was  first  my  thought :  but  speeding  back  to  shore 
I  deem'd  it  best  to  visit  first  my  crew, 
And  send  our  spies  the  dubious  coast  to  view. 
As  down  the  hill  I  solitary  go. 
Some  power  divine,  who  pities  human  woe. 
Sent  a  tall  stag,  descending  from  the  wood. 
To  cool  his  fervour  in  the  crystal  flood  ; 
Luxuriant  on  the  wave- worn  bank  he  lay, 
Stretch'd  forth  and  panting  in  the  sunny  ray. 
I  launch'd  my  spear,  and  with  a  sudden  wound 
Transpierced  his  back,  and  fix'd  him  to  the  ground. 
He  falls,  and  mourns  his  fate  with  human  cries  : 
Through  the  wide  wound  the  vital  spirit  flies. 
I  drew,  and  casting  on  the  river's  side 
The  bloody  spear,  his  gather'd  feet  I  tied 
With  twining  osiers  which  the  bank  supplied. 
An  ell  in  length  the  pliant  wisp  I  weaved. 
And  the  huge  body  on  my  shoulders  heaved  : 
Then  leaning  on  my  spear  with  both  my  hands, 
Upbore  my  load,  and  press'd  the  sinking  sands 
With  weighty  steps,  till  at  the  ship  I  threw 
The  welcome  burden,  and  bespoke  my  crew  : 

"  '  Cheer  up,  my  friends  !  it  is  not  yet  our  fate 
To  glide  with  ghosts  through  Pluto's  gloomy  gate. 
Food  in  the  desert  land,  behold  I  is  given  ! 
Live,  and  enjoy  the  providence  of  heaven.' 

"  The  joyful  crew  survey  his  mighty  size. 
And  on  the  future  banquet  feast  their  eyes. 
As  huge  in  length  extended  lay  the  beast  ; 
Tlien  wash  their  hands,  and  hasten  to  the  feast. 
There,  till  the  setting  sun  roll'd  down  the  light. 
They  sate  indulging  in  the  genial  rite. 
When  evening  rose,  and  darkness  cover'd  o'er 
The  face  of  things,  we  slept  along  the  shore. 
But  when  the  rosy  morning  warm'd  the  east. 
My  men  I  summon'd,  and  these  wcads  addresa'd : 


158  THE   ODYSSEY  OF  HOMER. 

'"Followers  and  friends,  attend  what  I  propose 
Ye  sad  companions  of  Ulysses'  woes  ! 
We  know  not  here  what  land  before  us  lies. 
Or  to  what  quarter  now  we  turn  our  eyes, 
Or  where  the  sun  shall  set,  or  where  shall  rise. 
Here  let  us  think  (if  thinking  be  not  vain) 
If  any  counsel,  any  hope  remain. 
Alas  !  from  yonder  promontory's  brow 
I  view'd  the  coast,  a  region  flat  and  low  ; 
An  isle  encircled  with  the  boundless  flood  ; 
A  length  of  thickets,  and  entangled  wood. 
Some  smoke  I  saw  amid  the  forest  rise. 
And  all  around  it  only  seas  and  skies  ! ' 

"  With  broken  hearts  my  sad  companions  stood. 
Mindful  of  Cyclops  and  his  human  food. 
And  horrid  Laestrygons,  the  men  of  blood. 
Presaging  tears  apace  began  to  rain  ; 
But  tears  in  mortal  miseries  are  vain. 
In  equal  parts  I  straight  divide  my  band, 
And  name  a  chief  each  party  to  command ; 
I  led  the  one,  and  of  the  other  side 
Appointed  brave  Eurylochus  the  guide. 
Then  in  the  brazen  helm  the  lots  we  throw. 
And  fortune  casts  Eurylochus  to  go  ; 
He  march'd  with  twice  eleven  in  his  train  ; 
Pensive  they  march,  and  pensive  we  remain. 

' '  The  palace  in  a  woody  vale  they  found, 
High  raised  of  stone  ;  a  shaded  space  around  ; 
Where  mountain  wolves  and  brindled  lions  roam, 
(By  magic  tamed,)  familiar  to  the  dome. 
With  gentle  blandishment  our  men  they  meet. 
And  wag  their  tails,  and  fawning  lick  their  feet. 
As  from  some  feast  a  man  returning  late, 
His  faithful  dogs  all  meet  him  at  the  gate, 
Rejoicing  round,  some  morsel  to  recei%^e, 
(Such  as  the  good  man  ever  used  to  give,) 
Domestic  thus  the  grisly  beasts  drew  near  ; 
They  gaze  with  wonder  not  unmix'd  with  fear. 
Now  on  the  threshold  of  the  dome  they  stood. 
And  heard  a  voice  resounding  tlu'ough  the  wood  ' 
Placed  at  her  loom  within,  the  goddess  sung  ; 
The  vaulted  roofs  and  solid  pavement  rung. 
O'er  the  fair  web  the  rising  figures  shine, 
Immortal  labour  !  worthy  hands  divine. 
Polites  to  the  rest  the  question  moved" 
(A  gallant  leader,  and  a  man  I  loved) : 

"  '  What  voice  celestial,  chanting  to  the  lonrno 


AEOLUS,    THB   L^»TRTGO»8  AKD   CIBCK.  159 

(Or  nymph,  or  goddess),  echoes  from  the  room  ? 
Say,  shall  we  seek  access?  '     With  that  they  call  ; 
And  wide  unfold  the  portals  of  the  hall. 

"  The  goddess,  rising,  asks  her  guests  to  stay, 
Who  blindly  follow  where  she  leads  the  way. 
Eurylochus  alone  of  all  the  band. 
Suspecting  fraud,  more  prudently  remain'd. 
On  thrones  around  with  downy  coverings  graced. 
With  semblance  fair,  the  unhappy  men  shr  placed. 
Milk  newly  press'd,  the  sacred  flour  of  wiieat, 
And  honey  fresh,  and  Pramnian  wines  the  treat : 
But  venom'd  was  the  bread,  and  mix'd  the  bowl. 
With  drugs  of  force  to  darken  all  the  soul  : 
Soon  in  the  luscious  feast  themselves  they  lost, 
And  drank  oblivion  of  their  native  coast. 
Instant  her  circling  wand  the  goddess  waves. 
To  hogs  transforms  them,  and  the  sty  receives. 
No  more  was  seen  the  human  form  divine  ; 
Head,  face,  and  members,  bristle  into  swine  : 
Still  cursed  with  sense,  their  minds  remain  alone. 
And  their  own  voice  affrights  them  when  they  groan. 
Meanwhile  the  goddess  in  disdain  bestows 
The  mast  and  acorn,  brutal  food  I  and  strows 
The  fruits  and  cornel,  as  their  feast,  around  ; 
Now  prone  and  grovelling  on  unsavoury  ground. 

' '  Eurylochus,  with  pensive  steps  and  slow. 
Aghast  returns  ;  the  messenger  of  woe. 
And  bitter  fate.     To  speak  he  made  essay. 
In  vain  essay'd,  nor  would  his  tongue  obey. 
His  swelling  heart  denied  the  words  their  way  : 
But  speaking  tears  the  want  of  words  supply. 
And  the  full  soul  bursts  copious  from  his  eye. 
Affrighted,  anxious  for  our  fellows'  fates, 
We  press  to  hear  what  sadly  he  relates  : 

"  '  We  went,  Ulysses  !  (such  was  thy  command) 
Through  the  lone  thicket  and  the  desert  land. 
A  palace  in  a  woody  vale  we  found 
Brown  with  dark  forests,  and  with  shades  around. 
A  voice  celestial  echoed  through  the  dome. 
Or  nymph  or  goddess,  chanting  to  the  loom. 
Access  we  sought,  nor  was  access  denied  : 
Radiant  she  came  :  the  portals  open'd  wide  : 
The  goddess  mild  invites  the  guests  to  stay  : 
They  blindly  follow  where  she  leads  the  way. 
I  only  wait  behind  of  all  the  train  : 
I  waited  long,  and  eyed  the  doors  in  vain  : 
Th^  rest  are  vanish'd,  none  repass'd  the  gate, 


160  THE  ODTSSET  OF  HOMER. 

And  not  a  man  appears  to  tell  tlieir  fate.' 

"  I  heard,  and  instant  o'er  my  shoulder  flung 
The  belt  in  which  my  weighty  falchion  hung 
(A  beamy  blade)  :  then  seized  the  bended  bow. 
And  bade  him  guide  the  way,  resolved  to  go. 
He,  prostrate  falling,  with  both  hands  embraced 
My  knees,  and  weeping  thus  his  suit  address'd  : 

"  '  O  king,  beloved  of  Jove,  thy  servant  spare. 
And  ah,  thyself  the  rash  attempt  forbear  1 
Never,  alas  !  thou  never  shalt  return. 
Or  see  the  wretched  for  whose  loss  we  mourn. 
With  what  remains  from  certain  ruin  fly. 
And  save  the  few  not  fated  yet  to  die.' 

"  I  answer'd  stern  :  '  Inglorious  then  remain. 
Here  feast  and  loiter,  and  desert  thy  train. 
Alone,  unfriended,  will  I  tempt  my  way  ; 
The  laws  of  fate  compel,  and  I  obey.' 
This  said,  and  scornful  turning  from  the  shore 
My  haughty  step,  I  stalk'd  the  valley  o'er. 
Till  now  approaching  nigh  the  magic  bower, 
Where  dwelt  the  enchantress  skill'd  in  herbs  of  power, 
A  form  divine  forth  issued  from  the  wood 
(Immortal  Hermes  with  the  golden  rod) 
In  human  semblance.     On  his  bloomy  face 
Youth  smiled  celestial,  with  each  opening  grace. 
He  seized  my  hand,  and  gracious  thus  began  : 
'  Ah  whither  roam'st  thou,  much-enduring  man? 
O  blind  to  fate  !  what  led  thy  steps  to  rove 
The  horrid  mazes  of  this  magic  grove  ? 
Each  friend  you  seek  in  yon  enclosure  lies. 
All  lost  their  form,  and  habitants  of  sties. 
Think'st  thou  by  wit  to  model  their  escape  t 
Sooner  shalt  thou,  a  stranger  to  thy  shape. 
Fall  prone  their  equal  :  first  thy  danger  know^. 
Then  take  the  antidote  the  gods  bestow. 
The  plant  I  give  through  all  the  direful  bower 
Shall  guard  thee,  and  avert  the  evil  hour. 
Now  hear  her  wicked  arts  :  Before  thy  eyes 
The  bowl  shall  sparkle,  and  the  banquet  rise  ; 
Take  this,  nor  from  the  faithless  feast  abstain, 
For  temper'd  drugs  and  poison  shall  be  vain. 
Soon  as  she  strikes  her  wand,  and  gives  the  word. 
Draw  forth  and  brandish  thy  refulgent  sword, 
And  menace  death  :  those  menaces  shall  move 
Her  alter'd  mind  to  blandishment  and  love. 
Nor  shun  the  blessing  proffer'd  to  thy  arms, 
Asceod  her  be4,  and  taste  celestial  chariag  ; 


iEOLUS,    THE   L^STRTGOKS  AND   CIECE.  181 

So  shall  thy  tedious  toils  a  respite  find. 
And  thy  lost  friends  return  ^jC  human-kind. 
But  swear  her  first  bv  those  v1.:ef.d  caths  that  tie 
Tlie  powers  below,  the  blessed  in  tae  sky  ; 
Lest  to  thee  naked  secret  fraud  be  meant, 
Or  magic  bind  thee  cold  and  impotent. 

"  Thus  while  he  spoke,  the  sov^reig-n  plant  he  drew 
Where  on  the  all-bearing  earth  unmark'd  it  grew. 
And  show'd  its  nature  and  its  wcrd.rous  power : 
Black  was  the  root,  but  milky  white  the  flower; 
Moly  the  name,  to  mortals  hard  to  find. 
But  all  is  easy  to  the  ethereal  kind. 
This  Hermes  gave,  then,  gliding  off  the  glade. 
Shot  to  Olympus  from  the  woodland  shade. 
While,  full  of  thought,  revolving  fates  to  come, 
I  speed  my  passage  to  the  enchanted  dome. 
Arrived,  before  the  lofty  gates  I  stay'd  ; 
The  lofty  gates  the  goddess  wide  display'd : 
She  leads  before,  and  to  tlie  feast  invites  ; 
I  follow  sadly  to  the  magic  rites. 
Radiant  with  starry  studs,  a  silver  seat 
Received  my  limbs  :  a  footstool  eased  my  feet. 
She  mix'd  the  potion,  fraudulent  of  soul ; 
'^he  poison  mantled  in  the  golden  bowl.      ' 
I  took,  and  quaff 'd  it,  confident  in  heaven . 
Tlien  waved  the  wand,  and  then  the  word  was  given. 
'  Hence  to  thy  fellows  !  (dreadful  she  began  :) 
Go,  be  a  beast  ! ' — I  heard,  and  yet  was  man. 

"  Then,  sudden  whirling,  like  a  waving  flame. 
My  beamy  falchion,  I  assault  the  dame. 
Struck  with  unusual  fear,  she  trembling  cries. 
She  faints,  she  falls  ;  she  lifts  her  weeping  eyes. 

"  'What  art  thou  ?  say  !  from  whence,  from  whom  yoq 
came  ? 
0  more  than  human  !  tell  thy  race,  thy  name. 
Amazing  strength,  these  poisons  to  sustain  I 
Not  mortal  thou,  nor  mortal  is  thy  brain. 
Or  art  thou  he,  the  man  to  come  (foretold 
By  Hermes,  powerful  with  the  wand  of  gold). 
The  man  from  Troy,  -whf  wsnder'd  ocean  round ; 
The  man  for  wisdom's  variou:?  arts  renown'd, 
Ulysses  ?    Oh  !  thy  threatening  fury  cease  ; 
Sheathe  thy  bright.  3word,  and  join  our  hands  in  peacs  I 
Let  mutual  joys  our  mutual  trist  combine, 
And  love,  and  love- born  confidence,  be  thine.' 

"  'And  how,  dread  Circe  !  (furious  I  rejoin) 
CfiR  love,  and  love-borri  confidence,  be  mineij 


168  THE   ODTSSET  OF   HOMER. 

Beneath  tty  cbanns  when  my  companions  groan, 
Transfonn'd  to  beasts,  with  accents  not  their  own  ? 

0  thou  of  fraudful  heart,  shall  I  be  led 
To  share  thy  feast-rites,  or  ascend  thy  bed  ; 
That,  all  unarm'd,  thy  vengeance  may  have  vent. 
And  magic  bind  me,  cold  and  impotent  ? 
Celestial  as  thou  art,  yet  stand  denied  ; 

Or  swear  that  oath  by  which  the  gods  are  tied. 
Swear,  in  thy  soul  no  latent  frauds  remain, 
Swear  by  the  vow  which  never  can  be  vain.' 

"  The  goddess  swore  :  then  seized  my  hand,  and  led 
To  the  sweet  transports  of  the  genial  bed. 
Ministrant  to  the  queen,  with  busy  care 
Four  faithful  handmaids  the  soft  rites  prepare  ; 
Nymphs  sprung  from  fountains,  or  from  shady  woodflt 
Or  the  fair  offspring  of  the  sacred  floods. 
One  o'er  the  couches  painted  carpets  threw, 
Whose  puiple  lustre  glow'd  against  the  view  : 
White  linen  lay  beneath.     Another  placed 
The  silver  stands,  with  golden  flaskets  graced  : 
With  dulcet  beverage  this  the  beaker  crown'd. 
Fair  in  the  midst,  with  gilded  cups  around  : 
That  in  the  tripod  o'er  the  kindled  pile 
The  water  pours  ;  the  bubbling  waters  boil ; 
An  ample  vase  receives  the  smoking  wave ; 
And,  in  the  bath  prepared,  my  limbs  I  lave  : 
Reviving  sweets  repair  the  mind's  decay. 
And  take  the  painful  sense  of  toil  away. 
A  vest  and  tunic  o'er  me  next  she  threw, 
Fresh  from  the  bath,  and  dropping  balmy  dew  ; 
Then  led  and  placed  me  on  the  sovereign  seat, 
With  carpets  spread  ;  a  footstool  at  my  feet. 
The  golden  ewer  a  nymph  obsequious  brings, 
Replenish'd  from  the  cool  translucent  springs ; 
With  copious  water  the  bright  vase  supplies 
A  silver  laver  of  capacious  size. 

1  wash'd.     The  table  in  fair  order  spread, 
They  heap  the  glittering  canisters  with  bread: 
Viands  of  various  kinds  allure  the  taste. 

Of  choicest  sort  and  savour,  rich  repast  I 
Circe  in  vain  invites  the  feast  to  share  ; 
Absent  I  ponder,  and  absorb'd  in  care  ; 
While  scenes  of  woe  rose  anxious  in  my  breast. 
The  queen  beheld  roe,  and  these  words  address'd : 

"  '  Why  sits  Ulysses  silent  and  apart. 
Some  hoard  of  grief  close  iiarbour'd  at  his  heart 
UntQtich'd  before  thee  stand  the  cates  divine. 


^OLUS,    THE    L^STRYGONS   AND   CIRCE.  163 

And  unregarded  laughs  the  rosy  wine. 
Can  yet  a  doubt  or  any  dread  remain, 
When  sworn  tliat  oath  wliich  never  can  be  vaui  ?' 

"  I  answered  :  '  Goddess  !  human  is  my  breast. 
By  justice  sway'd,  by  tender  pity  press'd  : 
111  fits  it  me,  whose  friends  are  sunk  to  beasts, 
To  quaff  thy  bowls,  or  riot  in  thy  feasts. 
Me  would'st  thou  please?  for  them  thy  cares  employ. 
And  them  to  me  restore,  and  me  to  joy.' 

"  With  that  she  parted  :  in  her  potent  hand 
She  bore  the  virtue  of  the  magic  wand. 
Then,  hastening  to  the  sties,  set  wide  the  door. 
Urged  forth,  and  drove  the  bristly  herd  before  ; 
Unwieldy,  out  they  rush'd  with  general  cry. 
Enormous  beasts,  dishonest  to  the  eye. 
Now  touch'd  by  counter-charms  they  change  again. 
And  stand  majestic,  and  recall'd  to  men. 
Those  hairs  of  late  that  bristled  every  part, 
Fall  off,  miraculous  effect  of  art  f 
Till  all  the  form  in  full  proportion  rise. 
More  young,  more  large,  more  graceful  to  my  eyes. 
They  saw,  they  knew  me,  and  with  eager  pace 
Clung  to  their  master  in  a  long  embrace  : 
Sad,  pleasing  sight  !  with  tears  each  eye  ran  o'er. 
And  sobs  of  joy  re-echoed  through  the  bower  ; 
E'en  Circe  wept,  her  adamantine  heart 
Felt  pity  enter,  and  sustain'd  her  part. 

"  *  Son  of  Laertes  !  (then  the  queen  began) 
Oh  much-enduring,  much  experienced  man  I 
Haste  to  thy  vessel  on  the  sea-beat  shore, 
Unload  thy  treasures,  and  the  galley  n^oor  ; 
Then  bring  thy  friends,  secure  from  future  harms. 
And  in  our  grottoes  stow  thy  spoils  and  arms,' 

"  She  said.     Obedient  to  her  high  command 
I  quit  the  place,  and  hasten  to  the  strand. 
My  sad  companions  on  the  beach  I  found. 
Their  wistful  eyes  in  floods  of  sorrow  drown'd. 

"As  from  fresh  pastures  and  the  dewy  field 
(When  loaded  cribs  their  evening  banquet  yield) 
The  lowing  herds  return  ;  around  them  throng 
With  leaps  and  bounds  their  late  im.prison'd  young, 
Rush  to  their  mothers  with  unruly  joy. 
And  echoing  hills  return  the  tender  cry  : 
So  round  me  press'd,  exulting  at  my  sight. 
With  cries  and  agonies  of  wild  delight, 
The  weeping  sailors  ;  nor  less  fierce  their  joy 
Than  if  retum'd  to  Itliaca  from  Troy. 


164  THE   ODYSSEY   OP  HOMER. 

'  All  master !  ever  honour'd,  ever  dear  I 

(These  tender  words  on  every  side  I  hear) 

What  other  joy  can  equal  thy  return  ? 

Not  that  loved  country  for  whose  sight  we  mourn. 

The  soil  that  nursed  us,  and  that  gave  us  breath  : 

But  ah  !  relate  oar  lost  companions'  death.' 

*'  I  answer'd  cheerful  :     '  Haste,  your  galley  moor. 
And  liijg  our  treasures  and  our  arms  ashore  : 
Those  '  3  yon  hollow  caverns  let  us  lay. 
Then  rise,  and  follow  where  I  lead  the  way. 
Your  fcllo v/s  live  ;  believe  your  eyes,  and  come 
To  taste  the  ^oys  of  Circe's  sacred  dome.' 

"  With  ready  speed  the  joyful  crew  obey  : 
Alone  Euryloclms  persuades  their  stay. 

"  '  Whither  (he  cried),  ah  whither  will  ye  run? 
Seek  ye  to  meet  those  evils  ye  should  shun  ? 
Will  you  the  terrors  of  the  dome  explore. 
In  swine  to  grovel,  or  in  lions  roar. 
Or  wolf-like  howl  away  the  midnight  hour 
In  dreadful  watch  around  the  magic  bower  ? 
Remember  Cyclops,  and  his  bloody  deed  ; 
The  leader's  rashness  made  the  soldiers  bleed.* 

"  I  heard  incensed,  and  first  resolved  to  speed 
My  flyins;  falchion  at  the  rebel's  head. 
Dear  as  he  was,  by  ties  of  kindred  bound. 
This  hand  had  stretch'd  him  breathless  on  the  ground. 
But  all  at  once  my  interposing  train 
For  mercy  pleaded,  nor  could  plead  in  vain. 
'  Leave  here  the  man  who  dares  his  prince  desert. 
Leave  to  repentance  and  his  own  sad  heart. 
To  guard  the  ship.     Seek  we  the  sacred  shades 
Of  Circe's  palace,  where  Ulysses  leads.' 

"  This  with  one  voice  declared,  the  rising  train 
Left  the  black  vessel  by  the  murmuring  main. 
Shame  touch'd  Eurylochus'  alter'd  breast  ; 
He  fear'd  my  threats,  and  follow'd  with  the  rest. 

"  Meanwhile  the  goddess,  with  indulgent  cares 
And  social  joys,  the  late  transform'd  repairs ; 
The  bith,  the  feast,  their  fainting  soul  renews  : 
Rich  in  refulgent  robes,  and  dropping  balmy  dews : 
Brightening  with  joy,  their  eager  eyes  behold, 
Each  other's  face,  and  each  his  story  told  ; 
Then  gushing  tears  the  narrative  confound. 
And  with  their  sobs  the  vaulted  roof  resound. 
When  hush'd  their  passion,  tlius  the  goddess  cries: 
'  Ulysses,  taught  by  labours  to  be  wise. 
Let  this  short  memory  of  grief  suffice. 


^OLUS,    THE    L^STRYGONS  AND   CIKCE,  165 

To  me  are  known  the  various  woes  ye  bore, 
In  storms  by  sea,  in  perils  on  tlie  sliore ; 
Forget  whatever  was  in  Fortune's  power, 
And  share  the  pleasures  of  this  genial  hour. 
Such  be  your  mind  as  ere  ye  left  your  coast, 
Or  learn'd  to  sorrow  for  a  country  lost. 
Exiles  and  wanderers  now,  where'er  ye  go, 
Too  faithful  memory  renews  your  woe  : 
The  cause  removed,  habitual  griefs  remain, 
And  the  soul  saddens  by  the  use  of  pain.' 

' '  Her  kind  entreaty  moved  the  general  breast  ; 
Tired  with  long  toil,  we  willing  sunk  to  rest. 
We  plied  the  banquet,  and  the  bowl  we  crown'd, 
Till  the  fall  circle  of  the  year  came  round. 
But  when  the  seasons  following  in  their  train, 
Brought  back  the  months,  the  days,  and  hours  again  • 
As  from  a  lethargy  at  once  they  rise, 
And  urge  their  chief  with  animating  cries  : 

"  '  Is  this,  Ulysses,  our  inglorious  lot? 
And  is  the  name  of  Ithaca  forgot  ? 
Shall  never  the  dear  land  in  prospect  rise. 
Or  the  loved  palace  glitter  in  our  eyes  ? 
"Melting  I  heard  ;  yet  till  the  sun's  decline 
Prolong'd  the  feast,  and  quaff'd  the  rosy  wine  : 
But  when  the  shades  came  on  at  evening  hour 
And  all  lay  slumbering  in  the  dusky  bower, 
I  came  a  suppliant  to  fair  Circe's  bed, 
The  tender  moment  seized,  and  thus  I  said  : 
'  Be  mindful,  goddess  !  of  thy  promise  made  ; 
Must  sad  Ulysses  ever  be  delay'd? 
Around  their  lord  my  sad  companions  mourn, 
Each  breast  beats  homeward,  anxious  to  return  : 
If  but  a  moment  parted  from  thy  eyes. 
Their  tears  flow  round  me,  and  my  heart  complies.' 

"  '  Go  then  (she  cried),  ah  go  !  yet  think,  not  I, 
Not  Circe,  but  the  Fates,  your  wish  deny. 
Ah,  hope  not  yet  to  breathe  thy  native  air  ! 
Far  other  journey  first  demands  thy  care  ; 
To  tread  the  uncomfortable  paths  lieneath. 
And  view  the  realms  of  darkness  and  of  death. 
There  seek  the  Theban  bard,  deprived  of  sight ; 
Within,  irradiate  with  prophetic  light ; 
To  whom  Persephone,  entire  and  whole. 
Gave  to  retain  the  unseparated  soul : 
The  rest  are  forms,  of  empty  ether  made  ; 
Impassive  semblance,  and  a  flitting  shade.' 

"  Struck  at  the  word,  my  very  heart  was  dead : 


166  THQ   ODYSSET   OF  HOHBB. 

Pensive  I  sate  :  my  tears  bedew'd  the  bed  : 
To  hate  the  light  and  life  my  soul  begun, 
And  saw  that  all  was  grief  beneath  the  sun. 
Composed  at  length  the  gushing  tears  suppress'd. 
And  my  toss'd  limbs  now  wearied  into  rest. 
'  How  shall  I  tread  (I  cried),  ah,  Circe  !  say. 
The  dark  descent,  and  who  shall  guide  the  way? 
Can  living  eyes  behold  the  realms  below  ? 
What  bark  to  waft  me,  and  what  wind  to  blow?' 

"  '  Thy  fated  road  (the  magic  power  replied). 
Divine  Ulysses  !  ask  no  mortal  guide. 
Rear  but  the  mast,  the  spacious  sail  display, 
The  northern  winds  shall  wing  thee  on  thy  way. 
Soon  shalt  thou  reach  old  Ocean's  utmost  ends. 
Where  to  the  main  the  shelving  shore  descends ; 
The  barren  trees  of  Proserpine's  black  woods, 
Poplars  and  willows  trembling  o'er  the  floods  : 
There  fix  thy  vessel  in  the  lonely  bay, 
And  enter  there  the  kingdoms  void  of  day  . 
Where  Phlegethon's  loud  torrents,  rushing  down. 
Hiss  in  the  flaming  gulf  of  Acheron  ; 
And  where,  slow  rolling  from  the  Stygian  bed, 
Cocytus'  lamentable  waters  spread  : 
Where  the  dark  rock  o'erhangs  the  infernal  lake. 
And  mingling  streams  eternal  murmurs  make. 
First  draw  thy  falchion,  and  on  every  side 
Trench  the  black  earth  a  cubit  long  and  wide  : 
To  all  the  shades  around  libations  pour, 
And  o'er  the  ingredients  strew  the  hallow'd  flour  : 
New  wine  and  milk,  with  honey  temper'd  bring. 
And  living  water  from  the  crystal  spring. 
Then  the  wan  shades  and  feeble  ghosts  implore. 
With  promised  offerings  on  thy  native  shore  ; 
A  barren  cow,  the  stateliest  of  the  isle. 
And  heap'd  with  various  wealth,  a  blazing  pile  : 
These  to  the  rest  ;  but  to  the  seer  must  bleed 
A  sable  ram,  the  pride  of  all  thy  breed. 
These  solemn  vows  and  holy  offerings  paid 
To  all  the  phantom  nations  of  the  dead. 
Be  next  thy  care  the  sable  sheep  to  place 
Full  o'er  the  pit,  and  hellward  turn  their  face: 
But  from  the  infernal  rite  thine  eye  withdraw. 
And  back  to  Ocean  glance  with  reverend  awe. 
Sudden  shall  skim  along  the  dusky  glades 
Thin  airy  shoals,  and  visionary  shades. 
Then  give  command  the  sacrifice  to  haste. 
Let  the  flay'd  victims  in  the  flame  be  cast. 


/EOLUS,    THE    LiESTRTGOJfS   AND   CIRCB.  187 

And  sacred  vows  and  mystic  song  applied 

To  ffrisly  Pluto  and  his  gloomy  bride. 

Wide  o'er  the  pool  thy  falchion  waved  aronnd 

Shall  drive  the  spectres  from  unbidden  ground : 

The  sacred  draught  shall  all  the  dead  forbear. 

Till  awful  from  the  shades  arise  the  seer. 

Let  him,  oraculous,  the  end,  the  way, 

The  turns  of  all  thy  future  fate  display. 

Thy  pilgrimage  to  come,  and  I'emnant  of  thy  day.' 

"  So  speaking,  from  the  ruddy  orient  shone 
The  morn,  conspicuous  on  her  golden  throne. 
The  goddess  with  a  radiant  tunic  dress'd 
My  limbs,  and  o'er  me  cast  a  silken  vest. 
Long  flowing  robes,  of  purest  white,  array 
The  nymph,  that  added  lustre  to  the  day  : 
A  tiar  wreath'd  her  head  with  many  a  fold  ; 
Her  waist  was  circled  with  a  zone  of  gold. 
Forth  issuing  then,  from  place  to  place  I  flew  ; 
Rouse  man  by  man,  and  animate  my  crew. 
'  Rise,  rise,  my  mates  1  'tis  Circe  gives  command  : 
Our  journey  calls  us  ;  haste,  and  quit  the  land.' 
All  rise  and  follow,  yet  depart  not  all, 
For  Fate  decreed  one  wretched  man  to  fall. 

"  A  youth  there  was,  Elpenor  was  he  named, 
Not  much  for  sense,  nor  much  for  courage  famed  : 
The  youngest  of  our  band,  a  vulgar  soul. 
Born  but  to  banquet,  and  to  drain  the  bowl. 
He,  hot  and  careless,  on  a  turret's  height 
With  sleep  repair'd  the  long  debauch  of  night : 
The  sudden  tumult  stirred  him  where  he  lay. 
And  down  he  hasten'd,  but  forgot  the  way  ; 
Full  headlong  from  the  roof  the  sleeper  fell, 
And  snapp'd  the  spinal  joint,  and  waked  in  helL 

"  The  rest  crowd  round  me  with  an  eager  look  ; 
I  met  them  with  a  sigh,  and  thus  bespoke  : 
'  Already,  friends  !  ye  think  your  toils  are  o'er. 
Your  hopes  already  touch  your  native  shore  : 
Alas  !  far  otherwise  the  nymph  declares. 
Far  other  journey  first  demands  our  cares  ; 
To  tread  the  uncomfortable  paths  beneath. 
The  dreary  realms  of  darkness  and  of  death ; 
To  seek  Tiresias'  awful  shade  below. 
And  thence  our  fortunes  and  our  fates  to  know.* 

"  My  sad  companions  heard  in  deep  despair; 
Frantic  they  tore  their  manly  growth  of  hair  ; 
To  earth  they  fell :  the  tears  began  to  rain ; 
Put  tears  in  niortal  miseries  are  vain, 


168  THE   ODYSSEY   OP   HOMER. 

Sadly  they  fared  along  the  sea-beat  shore  ; 

Still  heaved  their  hearts,  and  still  their  eyes  ran  o'er. 

The  ready  victims  at  our  bark  we  found, 

The  sable  ewe  and  ram  together  bound. 

For  swift  as  thought  the  goddess  had  been  there. 

And  thence  had  glided,  viewless  as  the  air  : 

The  paths  of  gods  what  mortal  can  survey  ? 

Who  eyes  their  motion?  who  shall  trace  their  way?/'j 


j  BOOK  XL 

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ARGUMENT. 

THE  DESCENT  INTO  HELL. 

Ulysses  continues  his  narration.  How  he  arrived  at  the  land  of  the 
Cimmerians,  and  what  ceremonies  he  performed  to  invoke  the  dead. 
The  manner  of  his  descent,  and  the  apparition  of  the  shades :  his 
conversation  with  Elpenor,  and  with  Tiresias,  who  informs  him  in  a 
prophetic  manner  of  his  fortunes  to  come.  He  meets  his  mother  An- 
ticlea,  from  whom  he  learns  the  state  of  his  family.  He  sees  the 
shades  of  the  ancient  heroines,  afterwards  of  the  heroes,  and  converses 
in  particular  with  Agamemnon  and  Achilles.  Aja.x  keeps  at  a  sullen 
distance,  and  disdains  to  answer  him.  He  then  beholds  Tityus,  Tan- 
talus, Sisyphus,  Hercules  ;  till  he  is  deterred  from  further  curiosity 
by  the  apparition  of  horrid  spectres,  and  the  cries  of  the  wicked  in 
torments. 

"  Now  to  tlie  shores  we  bend,  a  mournful  train. 
Climb  the  tall  bark,  and  launch  into  the  main  ; 
At  once  the  mast  we  rear,  at  once  unbind 
The  spacious  sheet,  and  stretch  it  to  the  wind : 
Then  pale  and  pensive  stand,  with  cares  oppress'd, 
And  solemn  horror  saddens  every  breast. 
A  freshening  breeze  the  magic  power  supplied, 
While  the  wing'd  vessel  flew  along  the  tide  ; 
Our  oars  we  shipp'd  :  all  day  the  swelling  sails 
Full  from  the  guiding  pilot  catch'd  the  gales. 

"  Now  sunk  the  sun  from  his  aerial  height, 
And  o'er  the  shaded  billows  rush'd  the  night : 
When  lo  !  we  reach'd  old  Ocean's  utmost  bounds. 
Where  rocks  control  his  waves  with  ever-during  mounds. 

"  There  in  a  lonely  land,  and  gloomy  cells. 
The  dusky  nation  of  Cimmeria  dwells  ; 
The  sun  ne'er  views  the  uncomfortable  seats. 
When  radiant  he  advances,  or  retreats  : 
Unhappy  race  !  whom  endless"  night  invades, 
Clouds  the  dull  air,  and  wraps  them  round  in  shades, 

"  The  ship  we  moor  on  these  obscure  abodes  ; 
Disbark  the  sheep,  an  offering  to  the  gods  ; 
And,  hellward  bending,  o'er  the  beach  descry 
The  doleful  passage  to  the  infernal  sky. 
The  victims,  vow'd  to  each  Tartarian  power, 
_       ( 169  ) 


170  THE  ODYSSEY   OP   HOMER, 

Eurylochus  and  Perimedes  bore. 

"  Here  open'd  bell,  all  hell  I  here  implored. 
And  from  the  scabbard  drew  the  shining  sword  : 
And  trenching  the  black  earth  on  every  side, 
A  cavern  form'd,  a  cubit  long  and  wide. 
New  wine,  with  honey-temper'd  niilk,  we  bring. 
Then  living  waters  from  the  crystal  spring  : 
O'er  these  was  strew'd  the  consecrated  flour. 
And  on  the  surface  shone  the  holy  store. 

"  Now  the  wan  shades  we  hail,  the  infernal  gods, 
To  speed  our  course,  and  waft  us  o'er  the  floods  : 
So  shall  a  barren  heifer  from  the  stall 
Beneath  the  knife  upon  your  altars  fall  ; 
So  in  our  palace,  at  our  safe  return, 
Rich  with  unnumber'd  gifts  the  pile  shall  burn  ; 
So  shall  a  ram,  the  largest  of  the  breed, 
Black  as  these  regions,  to  Tiresias  bleed. 

"  Thus  solemn  rites  and  holy  vows  we  paid 
To  all  the  phantom-nations  of  the  dead  ; 
Then  died  the  sheep  :  a  purple  torrent  flow'd, 
And  all  the  caverns  smoked  with  streaming  blood. 
When  lo  !  appear'd  along  the  dusky  coasts. 
Thin,  airy  shoals  of  visionary  ghosts  : 
Fair,  pensive  youths,  and  soft  enamour'd  maids  ; 
And  wither'd  elders,  pale  and  \^rinkled  shades  ; 
Ghastly  with  Avounds  the  forms  of  warriors  slain 
Stalk'd  with  majestic  port,  a  martial  train  : 
These  and  a  thousand  more  swarm'd  o'er  the  ground. 
And  all  the  dire  assembly  shriek'd  around. 
Astonish'd  at  the  sight,  aghast  I  stood. 
And  a  cold  fear  ran  shivering  through  my  blood  ; 
Straight  I  command  the  sacrifice  to  haste. 
Straight  the  flay'd  victims  to  the  flames  are  cast. 
And  mutter'd  vows,  and  mystic  song  applied 
To  grisly  Pluto,  and  his  gloomy  bride. 

"  Now  swift  I  waved  my  falchion  o'er  the  blood  ; 
Back  started  the  pale  throngs,  and  trembling  stood, 
Round  the  black  trench  the  gore  untasted  flows. 
Till  awful  from  the  shades  Tiresias  rose. 

"  There  wandering  through  the  gloom  I  first  survey'd. 
New  to  the  realms  of  death,  Elpenor's  shade  : 
His  cold  remains  all  naked  to  the  sky 
On  distant  shores  unwept,  unburied  lie. 
Sad  at  the  sight  I  stand,  deep  fix'd  in  Avoe, 
And  ere  I  spoke  the  tears  began  to  flow. 

"  'O  say  what  angry  power  Elpenor  led 
To  glide  in  shades,  and  wander  with  the  dead? 


THK   DESCENT   INTO   HELL.  171 

How  could  thy  soul,  by  realms  and  seas  disjoin'd, 
Outfly  the  nimble  sail,  and  leave  the  lagging  wind? 

' '  The  ghost  replied :    '  To  hell  my  doom  I  owe. 
Demons  accursed,  dire  ministers  of  woe  ! 
My  feet,  through  wine  unfaithful  to  their  weight, 
Betray'd  me  tumbling  fi'om  a  towery  height  : 
Staggering  I  reel'd,  and  as  I  reel'd  I  fell, 
Lux'd  the  neck -joint — my  soul  descends  to  bell. 
But  lend  me  aid,  I  now  conjure  thee  lend, 
By  the  soft  tie  and  sacred  name  of  friend  ! 
By  thv  fond  consort !  by  thy  father's  cares  ! 
By  loved  Telemachus'  blooming  years  ? 
For  well  I  know  that  soon  the  heavenly  powers 
Will  give  thee  back  to-day,  and  Circe's  shores  : 
There  pious  on  my  cold  remains  attend, 
There  call  to  mind  thy  poor  departed  friend. 
The  tribute  of  a  tear  is  all  I  crave. 
And  the  possession  of  a  peaceful  grave. 
But  if,  unheard,  in  vain  compassion  plead. 
Revere  the  gods,  the  gods  avenge  the  dead  ! 
A  tomb  along  tb^  watery  margin  raise. 
The  tomb  with  manly  arms  and  ti'ophies  grace. 
To  show  posterity  Elpenor  was. 
There  high  in  air,  memorial  of  my  name. 
Fix  the  smooth  oar,  and  bid  me  live  to  fame.' 

"  To  whom  with  tears  :  '  These  rites,  O  mournful  shade. 
Due  to  thy  ghost,  shall  to  thy  ghost  be  paid. ' 

"  Still  as  I  spoke  the  phantom  seem'd  to  moan. 
Tear  follow'd  tear,  and  groan  succeeded  groan. 
But,  as  my  waving  swoi-d  the  blood  surrounds. 
The  shade  withdrew,  and  mutter'd  empty  sounds. 

"  There  as  the  wondrous  visions  I  survey'd, 
All  pale  ascends  my  royal  mother's  shade  : 
A  queen,  to  Troy  she  saw  our  legions  pass  ; 
Now  a  thin  form  is  all  Anticlea  was  ! 
Struck  at  the  sight  I  melt  with  filial  woe. 
And  down  my  cheek  the  pious  sorrows  flow. 
Yet  as  I  shook  my  falchion  o'er  the  blood. 
Regardless  of  her  son  the  parent  stood. 

' '  When  lo  !  the  mighty  Theban  I  behold  , 
To  guide  his  steps  he  bore  a  staff  of  gold  ; 
Awful  he  trod  ;  majestic  was  his  look  ! 
And  from  his  holy  lips  these  accents  broke  : 

"  '  Why,  mortal,  wanderest  thou  from  cheerful  day, 
To  tread  the  downward,  melancholy  way  ? 
What  angry  gods  to  these  dark  regions  led 
Thee,  yet  alive,  companion  of  the  dead  ? 


172  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

But  sheathe  thy  poniard,  while  my  tongue  relates 
Heaven's  steadfast  purpose,  and  thy  future  fates.' 

"  While  yet  he  spoke,  the  prophet  I  obey'd. 
And  in  the  scabbard  plunged  the  glittering  blade: 
Eager  he  quaff'd  the  gore,  and  then  express'd 
Dark  things  to  come,  the  counsels  of  his  breast. 

"  Weary  of  light,  Ulysses  here  explores 
A  prosperous  voyage  to  his  native  shores  ; 
But  know — by  me  unerring  Fates  disclose 
New  trains  of  dangers,  and  new  scenes  of  woes. 
I  see,  I  see,  thy  bark  by  Neptune  toss'd. 
For  injured  Cyclops,  and  his  eyeball  lost  ! 
Yet  to  thy  woes  the  gods  decree  an  end, 
If  Heaven  thou  please  ;  and  how  to  please  attend  ! 
Where  on  Trinacrian  rocks  the  ocean  roars, 
Graze  numerous  herds  along  the  verdant  shores  ; 
Though  hunger  press,  yet  fly  the  dangerous  prey. 
The  herds  are  sacred  to  the  god  of  day. 
Who  all  surveys  with  his  extensive  eye, 
Above,  bt^low,  on  earth,  and  in  the  sky  ! 
Rob  not  the  god  ;  and  so  propitious  gales 
Attend  thy  voyage,  and  impel  thy  sails  : 
But,  if  his  herds  ye  seize,  beneath  the  waves 
I  see  thy  friends  o'erwhelm'd  in  liquid  graves  ! 
The  direful  wreck  Ulysses  scarce  survives  ! 
Ulysses  at  his  country  scarce  arrives  ! 
Strangers  thy  guides  !  nor  there  thy  labours  end  ; 
New  toes  arise,  domestic  ills  attend  ! 
There  foul  adulterers  to  thy  bride  resort. 
And  lordly  gluttons  riot  in  thy  court. 
But  vengeance  hastes  amain  !     These  eyes  behold 
The  death  ful  scene,  princes  on  princes  roll'd  ! 
That  done,  a  people  far  from  sea  explore, 
Who  ne'er  knew  salt,  or  heard  the  billows  roar, 
Or  saw  gay  vessel  stem  the  watery  plain, 
A  painted  wonder  flying  on  the  main  ! 
Bear  on  thy  back  an  oar  :  with  strange  amaze 
A  shepherd  meeting  thee,  the  oar  surveys, 
And  names  a  van  :  there  fix  it  on  the  plain. 
To  calm  the  god  that  holds  the  watery  reign  ; 
A  threefold  ofEering  to  his  altar  bring, 
A  bull,  a  ram,  a  boar  ;  and  hail  the  ocean  king. 
But  home  return'd,  to  each  ethereal  power 
Slay  the  due  victim  in  the  genial  hour  : 
So  peaceful  slialt  thou  end  thy  blissful  daA% 
And  steal  thyself  from  life  by  slow  decays  ; 
Uukuown  to  pain,  in  age  resiyu  tby  breath, 


THB  DESCENT   INTO   HELL.  178 

When  late  stem  Neptune  points  the  shaft  with  death  : 

To  the  dark  grave  retiring  as  to  rest, 

Thy  people  blessing,  by  thy  people  bless'd  1 

"  Unerring  truths,  O  man,  my  lips  relate  ; 
This  is  thy  life  to  come,  and  this  is  fate.' 

"  To  whom  unmoved  :  '  If  this  the  gods  prepare. 
What  Heaven  ordains  the  wise  with  courage  bear. 
But  say,  why  yonder  on  the  lonely  strands. 
Unmindful  of  her  son,  Anticlea  stands  ? 
Why  to  the  ground  she  bends  her  downcast  eye  T 
Why  is  she  silent,  while  her  son  is  nigh  ? 
The  latent  cause,  O  sacred  seer,  reveal  I ' 

"  '  Nor  this  (replies  tho  seer)  will  I  conceaL 
Know,  to  the  spectres  that  thy  beverage  taste. 
The  scenes  of  life  recur,  and  actions  past : 
They,  seal'd  with  truth,  return  the  sure  reply  ; 
The  rest,  repell'd,  a  train  oblivious  fly.' 

"  The  phantom-prophet  ceased,  and  sunk  from  sight. 
To  the  black  palace  of  eternal  night. 

"  Still  in  the  dark  abodes  of  death  I  stood. 
When  near  Anticlea  moved,  and  drank  the  blood. 
Straight  all  the  mother  in  her  soul  awakes. 
And,  owning  her  Ulysses,  thus  she  speaks  ; 
'  Comest  thou,  my  son,  alive,  to  realms  beneath. 
The  dolesome  realms  of  darkness  and  of  death ! 
Comest  thou  alive  from  pure,  ethereal  day  T 
Dire  is  the  region,  dismal  is  the  way  ! 
Here  lakes  profound,  there  floods  oppose  their  waves. 
There  the  wide  sea  with  all  his  billows  raves  ! 
Or  (since  to  dust  proud  Troy  submits  her  towers) 
Comest  thou  a  wanderer  from  the  Phrygian  shores  t 
Or  say,  since  honour  call'd  thee  to  the  field. 
Hast  thou  thy  Ithaca,  thy  bride,  beheld  ?' 

"  '  Source  of  my  life,'  I  cried,  '  from  earth  I  fly 
To  seek  Tiresias  in  the  nether  sky. 
To  learn  my  doom  ;  for,  toss'd  from  woe  to  woe. 
In  every  land  Ulysses  finds  a  foe  : 
Nor  have  these  eyes  beheld  my  native  shores. 
Since  in  the  dust  proud  Troy  submits  her  towers. 

"  '  But,  when  thy  soul  from  her  sweet  mansion  fled« 
Say,  what  distemper  gave  thee  to  the  dead? 
Has  life's  fair  lamp  declined  by  slow  decays. 
Or  swift  expired  it  in  a  sudden  blaze  ? 
Say,  if  my  sire,  good  old  Laertes,  lives  ? 
If  yet  Telemachus,  my  son,  survives?  '  '    ■; 

Say,  by  his  rule  is  ni':'  dominion  awed, 
Or  crush'd  by  traitors  with  an  iron  rod? 


174  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER.  -     , 

I 

Say,  if  my  spouse  maintains  her  royal  trust ; 

Though  tempted,  chaste,  and  obstinately  just? 

Or  if  no  more  her  absent  lord  she  wails,  < 

But  the  false  woman  o'er  the  wife  prevails? ' 

"Thus  I,  and  thus  the  parent-shade  returns  : 
'  Thee,  ever  thee,  thy  faitliful  consort  mourns  : 
Whether  the  night  descends  or  day  prevails. 
Thee  she  by  night,  and  thee  by  day  bewails. 
Thee  in  Telemachus  thy  realm  obeys  ; 
In  sacred  groves  celestial  rites  he  pays. 
And  shares  the  banquet  in  superior  state. 
Graced  with  such  honours  as  become  the  great 
Thy  sire  in  solitude  foments  his  care  : 
The  court  is  joyless,  for  thou  art  not  there  1 
No  costly  carpets  raise  his  hoary  head, 
No  rich  embroidery  shines  to  grace  his  bed  ; 
Even  when  keen  winter  freezes  in  the  skies, 
Rank'd  with  his  slaves,  on  earth  the  monarch  lies  : 
Deep  are  his  sighs,  his  visage  pale,  his  dress 
The  garb  of  woe  and  habit  of  distress. 
And  when  the  autumn  takes  his  annual  round, 
The  leafy  honours  scattering  on  the  ground. 
Regardless  of  his  years,  abroad  he  lies. 
His  bed  the  leaves,  his  canopy  the  skies. 
Thus  cares  on  cares  his  painful  days  wnsume. 
And  bow  his  age  with  sorrow  to  the  tomb  ! 

"  '  For  thee,  my  son.  I  wept  my  life  awr.y  ; 
For  thee  through  hell's  eternal  dungeons  stray  : 
Nor  came  my  fate  by  lingering  pains  and  slow. 
Nor  bent  the  silver-shafted  queen  her  bow  ; 
No  dire  disease  bereaved  me  of  my  breath  ; 
Thou,  thou,  my  son,  wert  my  disease  and  death  ; 
Unkindly  witli  my  love  my  son  conspired, 
For  thee  I  lived,  for  absent  thee  expired.' 

"Thrice  in  my  arms  I  strove  her  shade  to  bind, 
Thrice  through  my  arms  she  slipp'd  like  empty  wind. 
Or  dreams,  the  vain  illusions  of  the  mind. 
Wild  with  despair,  I  shed  a  copious  tide 
Of  flowing  tears,  and  thus  with  sighs  replied  : 

"  '  Fliest  thou,  loved  shade,  while  I  thus  fondly  mpurn? 
Turn  to  my  arms,  to  my  embraces  turn  I 
Is  it,  ye  powers  that  smile  at  human  harms  1 
Too  great  a  bliss  to  weep  within  her  arms  ? 
Or  has  hell's  queen  nn  empty  image  sent, 
That  wretched  i  might  e'en  my  joys  lament  ?* 

"  '  O  son  of  woe,'  the  pensive  shade  rejoin'd  ; 
'  O  most  inured  to  grief  of  all  mankind  I 


IttB  DESCENT   INTO  HBLL.  1^5 

"Tis  not  tlie  queen  of  hell  who  thee  deceives  ; 

All,  all  are  such,  when  life  the  body  leaves  : 

No  more  the  substance  of  the  man  remains, 

Nor  bounds  the  blood  along  the  purple  veins : 

These  the  funereal  flames  in  atoms  bear. 

To  wander  with  the  wind  in  empty  air  : 

While  the  impassive  soul  reluctant  flies. 

Like  a  vain  dream,  to  these  infernal  skies. 

But  from  the  dark  dominions  speed  the  way. 

And  climb  the  steep  ascent  to  upper  day  :  , 

To  thy  chaste  bride  the  wondrous  story  tell,^ 

The  woes,  the  horrors,  and  the  laws  of  hell.' 

"  Thus  while  she  spoke,  in  swarms  hell's  empress  bnngB 
Daughters  and  wives  of  heroes  and  of  kings  ; 
Thick  and  more  thick  they  gather  round  the  blood. 
Ghost  thronged  on  ghost  (a  dire  assembly)  stood  1 
Dauntless  my  sword  1  seize  :  the  airy  crew, 
Swift  as  it  flash'd  along  the  gloom,  withdrew ; 
Then  shade  to  shade  in  mutual  forms  succeeds. 
Her  race  recounts,  and  their  illustrious  deeds. 
"  Tyro  began,  whom  great  Salmoneus  bred  ; 
The  royal  partner  of  famed  Cretheus'  bed. 
For  fair  Enipeus,  as  from  fruitful  urns 
He  pours  his  watery  store,  the  virgin  burns ; 
Smooth  flows  the  gentle  stream  with  wanton  pride. 
And  in  soft  mazes  rolls  a  silver  tide. 
As  on  his  banks  the  maid  enamour'd  roves. 
The  monarch  of  the  deep  beholds  and  loves  ; 
In  her  Enipeus'  form  and  borrow'd  charms 
The  amorous  god  descends  into  her  arms  : 
Around,  a  spacious  arch  of  waves  he  throws. 
And  high  in  air  the  liquid  mountain  rose  ; 
Thus  in  surrounding  floods  conceal'd,  he  proves 
The  pleasing  transport,  and  completes  his  loves. 
Then,  softly  sighing,  he  the  fair  address'd. 
And  as  he  spoke  her  tender  hand  he  press'd. 
'  Hail,  happy  nymph  !  no  vulgar  births  are  owed 
To  the  prolific  raptures  of  a  god  : 
Lo  !  when  nine  times  the  moon  renews  her  hom» 
Two  brother  heroes  shall  from  thee  be  born  ; 
Thy  early  care  the  future  worthies  claim, 
To  point  them  to  the  arduous  paths  of  fame  ; 
But  in  thy  breast  the  important  truth  conceal. 
Nor  dare  the  secret  of  a  god  reveal  : 
For  know,  thou  Neptune  view'st  !  and  at  my  nod 
Earth  trembles,  and  the  waves  confess  their  god.' 
"  He  added  not,  but  mounting  spurn'd  the  plaiii. 


176  THB  ODTSSET  OF   HOH^R. 

Then  plunged  into  the  chambers  of  the  main. 

"  Now  in  the  time's  full  process  forth  she  brings 
Jove's  dread  vicegerents  in  two  future  kings  ; 
O'er  proud  lolcos  Pelias  stretch'd  his  reign. 
And  godlike  Neleus  ruled  the  Pylian  plain  : 
Then,  fruitful,  to  her  Cretheus'  royal  bed 
She  gallant  Pheres  and  famed  ^son  bred  : 
From  the  same  fountain  Amythaon  rose. 
Pleased  with  the  din  of  war,  and  noble  shout  of  foes. 
,  "  There  moved  Antiope,  with  haughty  charms. 
Who  bless'd  the  almighty  Thunderer  in  her  arms  : 
Hence  sprung  Amphion,  hence  brave  Zethus  came, 
Founders  of  Thebes,  and  men  of  mighty  name  ; 
Though  bold  in  open  field,  tbey  yet  surround 
The  town  with  walls,  and  mound  inject  on  mound  ; 
Here  ramparts  stood,  there  towers  rose  high  in  air. 
And  here  through  seven  wide  portals  rush'd  the  war. 

"  There  with  soft  step  the  fair  Alcmena  trod. 
Who  bore  Alcides  to  the  thundering  god  : 
And  Megara,  who  charm'd  tha  son  of  Jove, 
And  soften'd  his  stern  soul  to  tender  love. 

"  Sullen  and  sour,  with  discontented  mien, 
Jocasta  frown'd,  the  incestuoiis  Theban  queen  ; 
With  her  own  son  she  join'd  in  nuptial  bands. 
Though  father's  blood  imbrued  his  murderous  hands 
The  gods  and  men  tli 3  diie  offence  detest. 
The  gods  with  all  their  furies  rend  his  breast  ; 
In  lotty  Thebes  he  wore  the  imperial  crown, 
A  pompous  wretch  1  accursed  upon  a  throne. 
The  wife  self-murder'd  iiom.  a  beam  depends. 
And  her  foul  soul  to  Macisest  hell  descends  ; 
Thence  to  her  son  the  choicest  plagues  she  brings. 
And  the  fiends  haunt  him  with  a  thousand  stings. 

"And  now  the  beauteous  Chloris  I  descry, 
A  lovely  shade,  Amphion's  youngest  joy  ! 
With  gifts  unnumber'd  Neleus  sought  her  arms. 
Nor  paid  too  dearly  for  unequall'd  charms  ; 
Great  in  Orchomenos,  in  Pylos  great. 
He  sway'd  the  sceptre  with  imperial  state. 
Three  gallant  sons  the  joyful  monarch  told, 
Sage  Nestor,  Periclimenus  the  bold. 
And  Chromius  last ;  but  of  the  softer  race. 
One  nymph  alone,  a  myracle  of  grace. 
Kings  on  their  thrones  for  lovely  Pero  burn  ; 
The  sire  denies,  and  kings  rejected  mourn. 
To  him  alone  the  beauteous  prize  he  yields. 
Whose  arm  should  ravish  fi-om  Phylacian  fields 


THE  DESCENT  INTO  HELL.  177 

The  herds  of  Iphyclus,  detain'd  in  wrong  ; 
Wild,  furious  herds,  unconquerably  strong  I 
This  dares  a  seer,  but  nought  the  seer  prevails. 
In  beauty's  cause  illustriously  he  fails  ; 
Twelve  moons  the  foe  the  captive  youth  detains 
In  painful  dungeons,  and  coercive  chains  ; 
The  foe  at  last  from  durance  where  he  lay, 
His  heart  revering,  give  him  back  to  day  : 
Won  by  prophetic  knowledge,  to  fulfil 
The  steadfast  purpose  of  the  Almighty  will. 

"  With  graceful  port  advancing  now  I  spied, 
Leda  the  fair,  the  godlike  Tyndar's  bride  : 
Hence  Pollux  sprung,  who  wields  the  furious  sway 
The  deathful  gauntlet,  matchless  in  the  fray  ; 
And  Castor,  glorious  on  the  embattled  plain. 
Curbs  the  proud  steeds,  reluctant  to  the  rein  : 
By  turns  they  visit  this  ethereal  sky. 
And  live  alternate,  and  alternate  die  : 
In  hell  beneath,  on  earth,  in  heaven  above, 
Keign  the  twin-gods,  the  favourite  sons  of  Jove. 

"  There  Ephimedia  trod  the  gloomy  plain. 
Who  charm'd  the  monarch  of  the  boundless  main  : 
Hence  Ephialtes,  hence  stern  Otus  sprung. 
More  fierce  than  giants,  more  than  giants  strong  ; 
The  earth  o'erburden'd  groan'd  beneath  their  weight, 
None  but  Orion  e'er  surpassed  their  height : 
The  wondrous  youths  had  scarce  nine  winters  told, 
When  high  in  air,  tremendous  to  behold. 
Nine  ells  aloft  they  rear'd  their  towering  head. 
And  full  nine  cubits  broad  their  shoulders  spread. 
Proud  of  their  strength,  and  more  than  mortal  size, 
The  gods  they  challenge,  and  affect  the  skies  : 
Heaved  on  Olympus  tottering  Ossa  stood  ; 
On  Ossa,  Pelion  nods  with  all  his  wood. 
Such  were  they  youths  !  had  they  to  manhood  grown 
Almighty  Jove  had  trembled  on  his  throne , 
But  ere  the  harvest  of  the  beard  began 
To  bristle  on  the  chin,  and  promise  man, 
His  shafts  Apollo  aim'd  ;  at  once  they  sound. 
And  stretch  the  giant  monsters  o'er  the  ground. 

"  There  mournful  Phagdra  with  sad  Procris  moves. 
Both  beauteous  shades,  both  hapless  in  their  loves  ; 
And  near  them  walk'd  with  solemn  pace  and  slow. 
Sad  Adriadne,  partner  of  their  woe  : 
The  royal  Minos  Ariadne  bred. 
She  Theseus  loved,  from  Crete  with  Theseus  fled; 
Swift  to  the  Dian  isle  the  hero  flies. 


118  THE   ODTSSET   OP  HOMEB. 

And  towards  liis  Athens  bears  the  lovely  prize  ; 
There  Bacchus  with  fierce  rage  Diana  fires, 
The  goddess  aims  her  shaft,  the  nymph  expires. 

"  There  Clymene  and  Mera  I  behold, 
There  Eriphyle  weeps,  who  loosely  sold 
Her  lord,  her  honour,  for  the  lust  of  gold. 
But  should  I  all  recount,  the  night  would  fail, 
Unequal  to  the  melancholy  tale  : 
And  all-composing  rest  my  nature  craves. 
Here  in  the  court,  or  yonder  on  the  waves  ; 
In  you  I  trust,  and  in  the  heavenly  powers, 
To  land  Ulysses  on  his  native  shores." 

He  ceased  ;  but  left  so  charming  on  their  ear 
His  voice,  that  listening  still  they  seem'd  to  hear. 
Till,  rising  up.  Arete  silence  broke, 
Stretch'd  out  her  snowy  hand,  and  thus  she  spoke : 

"  What  wondrous  man  heaven  sends  us  in  our  guest ; 
Through  all  his  woes  the  hero  shines  confess'd  ; 
His  comely  port,  his  ample  frame  express 
A  manly  air,  majestic  in  distress. 
He,  as  my  guest,  is  my  peculiar  care  : 
You  share  the  pleasure,  then  in  bounty  share 
To  worth  in  misery  a  reverence  pay, 
And  with  a  generous  hand  reward  his  stay  ; 
For  since  kind  heaven  with  wealth  our  realm  has  bless'd, 
Give  it  to  heaven  by  aiding  the  distress'd." 

Then  sage  Echeneus,  whose  grave  reverend  brow 
The  hand  of  time  had  silvered  o'er  with  snow. 
Mature  in  wisdom  rose  :  "  Your  words  (he  cries) 
Demand  obedience,  for  your  words  are  wise. 
But  let  our  king  direct  the  glorious  way 
To  generous  acts  ;  our  part  is  to  obey." 

"  While  life  informs  these  limbs  (the  king  replied). 
Well  to  deserve,  be  all  my  cares  employed  : 
But  here  this  night  the  royal  guest  detain, 
Till  the  sun  flames  along  the  ethereal  plain. 
Be  it  my  task  to  send  with  ample  stores 
The  stranger  from  our  hospitable  shores  : 
Tread  you  my  steps  !     'Tis  mine  to  lead  the  race. 
The  first  in  glory,  as  the  first  in  place." 

To  whom  the  prince  :  "  This  night  with  joy  I  8t»y 
O  monarch  great  in  virtue  as  in  sway  I 
If  thou  the  circling  year  my  stay  control, 
To  raise  a  bounty  noble  as  thy  soul ; 
The  circling  year  I  wait,  with  ampler  stores 
And  fitter  pomp  to  hail  my  native  shores  : 
Then  by  my  realms  due  homage  would  be  paid  ;  ' 


THE  DBSCENT   INTO  HELL.  179 

For  wealthy  kings  are  loyally  obeyed  1 " 

' '  O  king  !  for  such  thou  art,  and  sure  thy  blood 
Through  veins  (he  cried)  of  royal  fathers  fiow'd  : 
Unlike  those  vagrants  who  on  falsehood  live, 
Skill'd  in  smootli  tales,  and  artful  to  deceive  ; 
Thy  better  soul  abhors  the  liar's  part. 
Wise  is  thy  voice,  and  noble  is  thy  heart. 
Thy  words  like  music  every  breast  control. 
Steal  through  the  ear,  and  win  upon  the  soul ; 
Soft,  as  some  song  divine,  thy  story  flows. 
Nor  better  could  the  Muse  record  thy  woes. 

"  But  say,  upon  the  dark  and  dismal  coast, 
Saw'st  thou  the  wortliies  of  the  Grecian  host? 
The  godlike  leaders  who,  in  battle  slain, 
Fell  before  Troy,  and  nobly  press'd  the  plain  ? 
And  lo  !  a  length  of  night  behind  remains, 
The  evening  stars  still  mount  the  ethereal  plains. 
Thy  tale  with  raptures  I  could  hear  thee  tell, 
Thy  woes  on  earth,  the  wondrous  scenes  in  hell. 
Till  in  the  vault  of  heaven  the  stars  decay. 
And  the  sky  reddens  with  the  rising  day." 

"  O  worthy  of  the  power  the  gods  assign'd 
(Ulysses  thus  replies),  a  king  in  mind  : 
Since  yet  the  early  hour  of  night  allows 
Time  for  discourse,  and  time  for  soft  repose. 
If  scenes  of  misery  can  entertain, 
Woes  I  unfold,  of  woes  a  dismal  train. 
Prepare  to  he^ir  of  murder  and  of  blood  ; 
Of  godlUte  heroes  who  uninjured  stood 
Amidst  a  war  of  spears  in  foreign  lands, 
Yet  bled  at  home,  and  bled  by  female  hands. 

"  Now  summon'd  Proserpine  to  hell's  black  hall 
The  heroine  shades  :  they  vanish'd  at  her  call. 
When  lo  !  advanced  the  forms  of  heroes  slain 
By  stern  ^gysthus,  a  majestic  train  : 
And,  high  above  the  rest,  Atrides  press'd  the  plain. 
He  quaff'd  the  gore  ;  and  straight  his  soldier  knew, 
And  from  his  eyes  pour'd  down  the  tender  dew : 
His  arms  he  stretch'd  ;  his  arms  the  touch  deceive. 
Nor  in  the  fond  embrace,  embraces  give  : 
His  substance  vanish'd,  and  his  strength  decay'd. 
Now  all  Atrides  is  ah  empty  shade. 

"  Moved  at  the  sight,  I  for  a  space  resign'd 
To  soft  affliction  all  my  manly  mind  ; 
At  last  with  tears  :  '  O  wtiat  relentless  doom. 
Imperial  phantom,  bow'd  thee  to  the  toml*? 
Say  while  the  sea  and  while  the  tempest  raves. 


180  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMER. 

V  r 

Has  Fate  oppress'd  thee  in  the  roaring  waves. 

Or  nobly  seized  thee  in  the  dire  alarms 

Of  war  and  slaughter,  and  the  clash  of  arms? ' 

"  The  ghost  returns  :  '  0  chief  of  human  kind 
For  active  courage  and  a  patient  mind  ; 
Nor  while  the  sea,  nor  while  the  tempest  raves 
Has  Fate  oppress'd  me  on  the  roaring  waves  ! 
Nor  nobly  seized  me  in  the  dire  alarms 
Of  war  and  slaughter,  and  the  clash  of  arms 
Stabb'd  by  a  murderous  hand  Atrides  died, 
A  foul  adulterer,  and  a  faithless  bride  ; 
E'en  in  my  mirth,  and  at  the  friendly  feast, 
0  er  the  full  bowl,  the  traitor  stabb'd  his  guest ; 
Thus  by  the  gory  arm  of  slaughter  falls 
The  stately  ox,  and  bleeds  within  the  stalls. 
But  not  with  me  the  direful  murder  ends,  _ 

These,  these  expired  !  their  crime,  they  were  my  friends  I 
Thick  as  the  boars,  which  some  luxurious  lord 
Kills  for  the  feast,  to  crown  the  nuptial  board. 
When  war  has  tbunder'd  Avith  its  loudest  storms. 
Death  thou  hast  seen  in  all  her  ghastly  forms  : 
In  duel  met  her  on  the  listed  ground. 
When  hand  to  hand  they  wound  return  for  wound ; 
But  never  have  the  eyes  astonish'd  view'd 
So  vile  a  deed,  so  dire  a  scene  of  blood. 
E'en  in  the  flow  of  joy,  when  now  the  bowl 
Glows  in  our  veins,  and  opens  every  soul. 
We  groan,  we  faint  ;  with  blood  the  doom  is  dyed. 
And  o'er  the  pavement  floats  the  dreadful  tide —   ' 
Her  breast  all  gore,  with  lamentable  cries, 
The  bleeding  innocent  Cassandra  dies  ! 
Then  though  pale  death  froze  cold  in  every  vein, 
My  sword  I  strive  to  wield,  but  strive  in  vain  ; 
Nor  did  my  traitress  wife  these  eyelids  close. 
Or  decently  in  death  my  limbs  compose.  ; 

O  woman,  woman,  when  to  ill  thy  mind 
Is  bent,  all  hell  contains  no  fouler  fiend  : 
And  such  was  mine  !  who  basely  plunged  her  sword 
Through  the  fond  bosom  Avhere  she  reign'd  adored  f 
Alas  !  I  hoped  the  toils  of  war  o'ercome. 
To  meet  soft  qui«t  and  repose  at  home  ;  ' 

Delusive  hope  !     O  wife,  thy  deeds  disgrace 
The  perjured  sex,  and  blacken  all  the  race ; 
And  should  posterity  one  virtuous  find, 
Name  Clytemnestra,  they  wiil  curse  tl^'  kind,* 

"  Oh  injured  shade  (I  cried)  what  r.njfhty  woes 
To  thy  imperial  race  f.oiu  woman  rose  \ 


THE   DESCENT   INTO   HELL.  '         181 

By  woman  here  thou  tread'st  this  mournful  strand. 
And  Greece  by  woman  lies  a  desert  land.' 

"  '  Warn'd  by  my  ills  beware,  (the  shade  replies,) 
Nor  trust  the  sex  that  is  so  rarely  wise  : 
When  earnest  to  explore  thy  secret  breast, 
T'^nfold  some  trifle,  but  conceal  the  rest. 
But  in  thy  consort  cease  to  fear  a  foe. 
For  thee  she  feels  sincerity  of  woe  : 
When  Troy  first  bled  beneath  the  Grecian  arms. 
She  shone  unrivall'd  with  a  blaze  of  charms  ; 
Thy  infant  son  her  fragrant  bosom  press'd, 
Hung  at  her  knee,  or  wanton'd  at  her  breast  ; 
But  now  the  years  a  numerous  train  have  ran  : 
The  blooming  boy  is  ripen'd  into  man  : 
Thy  eyes  shall  see  him  burn  with  noble  fire, 
The  sire  shall  bless  his  son,  the  son  his  sire  : 
But  my  Orestes  never  met  these  eyes, 
Without  one  look  the  murder'd  father  dies  ; 
Then  from  a  wretched  friend  this  wisdom  learn. 
E'en  to  thy  queen  disguised,  unknown,  return  ; 
For  since  of  womankind  so  few  are  just. 
Think  all  are  false,  nor  e'en  the  faithful  trust. 

"  '  But,  say,  resides  my  son  in  royal  port, 
In  rich  Orchomenos,  or  Sparta's  court  ? 
Or  say  in  Pyle?  for  yet  he  views  the  light, 
Nor  glides  a  phantom  through  the  realms  of  night.' 

"  Then  I  :  '  Thy  suit  is  vain,  nor  can  I  say 
If  yet  he  breathes  in  realms  of  cheerful  day  ; 
Or  pale  or  wan  beholds  these  nether  skies  : 
Truth  I  revere,  for  wisdom  never  lies.' 

"  Thus  in  a  tide  of  tears  our  sorrows  flow. 
And  add  new  horror  to  the  realms  of  woe  ; 
Till  side  by  side  along  the  dreary  coast 
Advanced  Achilles'  and  Patroclus'  ghost, 
A  friendly  pair  !  near  these  the  Pylian  stray'd, 
And  towering  Ajax,  an  illustrious  shade  ! 
War  was  his  joy,  and  pleased  with  loud  alarms. 
None  but  Pelides  brighter  shone  in  arms. 

"  Through  the  thick  gloom  his  friend  Achilles  knew. 
And  as  he  speaks  the  tears  descend  in  dew. 

"  'Comest  thou  alive  to  view  the  Stygian  bounds, 
Where  the  wan  spectres  walk  eternal  rounds  ; 
Nor  fear'st  the  dark  and  dismal  waste  to  tread, 
Throng'd  with  pale  ghosts,  f  miliar  with  the  dead  ? ' 

"  To  whom  with  sighs  ;  '  I  pass  these  dreadful  gates 
To  seek  the  The)^an,  and  consult  the  Fates  : 
For  stilly  distress'd,  1  rove  from  coast  to  coast, 


132  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEK. 

Lost  to  my  friends,  and  to  my  country  lost. 
But  sure  the  eye  of  Time  beholds  no  name 
So  bless'd  as  thine  in  all  the  rolls  of  fame  ; 
Alive  we  liail'd  thee  with  our  guardian  gods, 
And  dead  thou  rulest  a  king  in  these  abodes.' 

"  '  Talk  not  of  ruling  in  this  dolorous  gloom. 
Nor  think  vain,  words  (he  cried)  can  ease  my  doom. 
Rather  I'd  choose  laboriously  to  bear 
A  weight  of  woes,  and  breathe  the  vital  air, 
A  slave  to  some  poor  hind  that  toils  for  bread. 
Than  reign  the  sceptred  monarch  of  the  dead. 
But  say,  if  iu  my  steps  my  son  proceeds. 
And  emulates  his  godlike  father's  deeds  ? 
If  at  the  clash  of  arms,  and  shout  of  foes. 
Swells  his  bold  heart,  his  bosom  nobly  glows  ? 
Say  if  my  sire,  the  reverend  Peleus,  reigns. 
Great  in  his  Phthia,  and  his  throne  maintains  ; 
Or,  weak  and  old,  my  youthful  arm  demands. 
To  fix  the  sceptre  steadfast  in  his  hands  ? 
O  might  the  lamp  of  life  rekindled  burn, 
And  death  release  me  from  the  silent  urn  ! 
This  arm,  that  thunder'd  o'er  the  Phrygian  plain. 
And  swell'd  the  ground  with  mountains  of  the  slain. 
Should  vindicate  my  injured  father's  fame, 
Crush  tl.e  proud  rebel,  and  assert  his  claim.' 

"  *  Illustrious  shade  (I  cried),  of  Peleus'  fates 
No  circumstance  the  voice  of  Fame  relates  : 
But  hear  with  pleased  attention  the  renown. 
The  wars  and  wisdom  of  thy  gallant  son. 
With  me  from  Scyros  to  the  field  of  fame 
Radiant  in  arms  the  blooming  hero  came. 
When  Greece  assembled  all  her  hundred  states, 
To  ripen  counsels,  and  decide  debates, 
Heavens  !  how  he  charm'd  us  with  a  flow  of  sense. 
And  won  the  heart  with  manly  eloquence  ! 
He  first  was  seen  of  all  the  peers  to  i-ise, 
The  third  in  wisdom,  where  they  all  were  wise  I 
But  when,  to  try  the  fortune  of  the  day. 
Host  moved  toward  host  iu  terrible  array. 
Before  the  van,  impatient  for  the  fight. 
With  martial  port  he  strode,  and  stern  delight : 
Heaps  strew'd  on  heaps  beneath  his  falchion  groan'd. 
And  monuments  of  dead  deform'd  the  ground. 
The  time  would  fail  should  I  in  order  tell 
What  foes  were  vanquish'd,  and  what  numbers  fell  : 
How,  lost  through  love,  Eurypylus  was  slain. 
And  round  him  bled  his  bold  Cetsean  train, 


THE   bESCENT   INTO  HELL.  ISS 

To  Troy  no  hero  came  of  nobler  line, 
Or  if  of  nobler,  Memnon,  it  was  tliine. 

"  When  II  ion  in  the  horse  received  her  doom, 
And  unseen  armies  ambush'd  in  its  \\qmb,  '' 

Greece  gave  her  latent  warriors  to  my'care, 
'Twas  mine  on  Troy  to  pour  the  imprison'd  war  : 
Then  when  the  boldest  bosom  beat  with  fear. 
When  the  stern  eyes  of  heroes  dropp'd  a  tear,  ^ 

Fierce  in  his  look  his  ardent  valour  glow'd, 
Flush'd  in  his  cheek,  or  sallied  in  his  blood  ; 
Indignant  in  the  dark  recess  he  stands, 
Pants  for  the  battle,  and  the  war  demands  : 
His  voice  breathed  death,  and  with  a  martial  air 
He  grasp'd  his  sword,  and  shook  his  glittering  spear. 
And  when  the  gods  our  arms  with  conquest  ci'owu'd. 
When  Troy's  proud  bulwarks  smoked  upon  the  ground, 
Greece,  to  reward  her  soldier's  gallant  toils, 
Heap'd  high  his  navy  with  unnumber'd  spoils. 

"  Thus  great  in  glory,  from  the  din  of  war 
Safe  he  return'd,  without  one  hostile  scar  ; 
Though  spears  in  iron  tempests  rain'd  around, 
Yet  innocent  they  play'd,  and  guiltless  of  a  wound.' 

"  While  yet  I  spoke,  the  shade  with  transport  glow'd, 
Rose  in  his  majesty,  and  nobler  trod  ; 
With  haughty  stalk  he  sought  the  distant  glades 
Of  warrior  kings,  and  join'd  the  illustrious  shades. 

"  Now  without  number  ghost  by  ghost  arose. 
All  wailing  with  unutterable  woes. 
Alone,  apart,  in  discontented  mood, 
A  gloomy  shade,  the  sullen  Ajas  stood  ; 
For  ever  sad,  with  proud  disdain  he  pined. 
And  the  lost  arms  for  ever  stung  his  mind  ; 
Though  to  the  contest  Thetis  gave  the  laws. 
And  Pallas,  by  the  Trojans,  judged  the  cause. 
O  why  was  I  victorious  in  the  strife  ? 
O  dear-bought  honour  with  so  brave  a  life  ! 
With  him  the  strength  of  war,  the  soldier's  pride. 
Our  second  hope  to  great  Achilles,  died  ! 
Touch'd  at  the  sight  from  tears  I  scarce  refrain. 
And  tender  sorrow  thrills  in  every  vein  ; 
Pensive  and  sad  I  stand,  at  length  accost 
With  accents  mild  the  inexorable  ghost : 
'  Still  bums  thy  rage  ?  and  can  brave  souls  resent 
E'en  after  death  ?    Relent,  great  shade,  relent  I 
Perish  those  arms  which  by  the  gods'  decree 
Accursed  our  army  with  the  loss  of  thee  I 
With  thee  we  fell ;  Greece  wept  thy  hapless  fates, 


184  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMER, 

And  shook  astonish 'd  through  her  hundred  states  ; 
Not  more,  when  great  Achilles  press'd  the  ground, 
And  breathed  his  manly  spirit  through  the  wound. 
O  deem  thy  fall  not  owed  to  man's  decree, 
Jove  hated  Greece,  and  punish'd  Greece  in  thee  ! 
Turn  then,  oh  peaceful  turn,  thy  wrath  control, 
And  calm  the  raging  tempest  of  thy  soul.' 

"  While  yet  I  speak,  the  shade  disdains  to  stay. 
In  silence  turns,  and  sullen  stalks  away. 

"  Touch'd  at  his  sour  retreat,  through  deepest  night, 
Through  hell's  black  bounds  I  had  pursued  his  flight. 
And  forced  the  stubborn  spectre  to  reply  ; 
But  wondrous  visions  drew  my  curious  eye. 
High  on  a  throne,  tremendous  to  behold. 
Stern  Minos  waves  a  mace  of  burnish'd  gold  ; 
Around  ten  thousand  thousand  spectres  stand 
Through  the  wide  dome  of  Dis,  a  trembling  band 
Still  as  they  plead,  the  fatal  lots  he  rolls. 
Absolves  the  just,  and  dooms  the  guilty  souls. 

"  The  huge  Orion,  of  portentous  size. 
Swift  through  the  gloom  a  giant-hunter  flies  : 
A  ponderous  mace  of  brass  with  direful  sway 
Aloft  he  whirls,  to  crush  the  savage  prey  ! 
Stern  beasts  in  trains  that  by  his  truncheon  fell, 
Now  grisly  forms,  shoot  o'er  tl;e  lawns  of  hell. 

"  There  Tityus  large  and  long,  in  fetters  bound, 
O'erspreads  nine  acres  of  infernal  ground  ; 
.  Two  ravenous  vultures,  furious  for  their  food, 
Scream  o'er  the  fiend,  and  riot  in  his  blood, 
Incessant  gore  the  liver  in  his  breast. 
The  immortal  liver  grows,  and  gives  the  immortal  feast. 
For  as  o'er  Panope's  enamell'd  plains 
Latona  journey'd  to  the  Pythian  fanes. 
With  haughty  love  the  audacious  monster  strove 
To  force  the  goddess,  and  to  rival  Jove. 

' '  There  Tantalus  along  the  Stygian  bounds 
Pours  out  deep  groans  (with  groans  all  hell  resounds); 
E'en  in  the  circling  floods  refreshment  craves. 
And  pines  with  thirst  amidst  a  sea  of  waves  ; 
When  to  the  water  he  his  lip  applies. 
Back  from  his  lip  the  treacherous  water  flies. 
Above,  beneath,  around  his  hapless  head, 
Trees  of  all  kinds  delicious  fruitage  spread  ; 
There  figs,  sky-dyed,  a  purple  hue  disclose. 
Green  looks  the  olive,  the  pomegranate  glows  • 
There  dangling  pears  exalting  scents  unfold 
And  yellow  apples  ripen  into  gold  ; 


THE  DEflCETTT  IKTO  HEXI-.  185 

The  fruit  he  strives  to  seize  ;  but  blasts  arise, 
Toss  it  on  high,  and  whirl  it  to  tlie  skies. 

"  I  turn'd  my  eye,  and  as  I  turn'd  survey'd 
A  mournful  vision  !  the  Sisyphian  sliade  : 
With  many  a  weary  step,  and  many  a  groan, 
Up  the  high  hill  he  leaves  a  iiuge  round  stone  : 
The  huge  round  stone,  resulting  v>ith  a  bound, 
Thunders  impetuous  down,  and  smokes  along  the  ground. 
Again  the  restless  orb  his  toil  renews, 
Dust  mounts  in  clouds,  and  sweat  descends  in  dews. 

"  Now  I  the  strength  of  Hercules  behold, 
A  towering  spectre  of  gigantic  mould, 
A  shadowy  form  !  for  high  in  heaven's  abodes 
Himself  resides,  a  god  among  tlie  gods  : 
There,  in  the  bright  assemblies  of  the  skies. 
He  nectar  quaffs,  and  Hebe  crowns  his  joys. 
Here  hovering  ghosts,  like  fowl,  his  shade  surround. 
And  clang  their  pinions  with  terrific  sound  ; 
Gloomy  as  night  he  stands,  in  act  to  throw 
The  aerial  arrow  from  the  twanging  bow. 
Around  his  breast  a  wondrous  zone  is  roll'd. 
Where  woodland  monstei's  grin  in  fretted  gold  : 
There  sullen  lions  sternly  seem  to  roar. 
The  bear  to  growl,  to  foam  the  tusky  boar  ; 
There  war  and  havoc  and  destruction  stood, 
And  vengeful  murder  red  with  human  blood. 
Thus  terribly  adorn'd  the  figures  shine. 
Inimitably  wrought  with  skill  divine. 
The  mighty  ghost  advanced  with  awful  look. 
And,  turning  his  grim  v4sage,  sternly  spoke  : 

"  '  O  exercised  in  grief  !  by  arts  refined  : 
0  taught  to  bear  the  wrongs  of  base  mankind  1 
Such,  such  was  I !  still  toss'd  from  care  to  care, 
While  in  your  world  I  drew  the  vital  air  ! 
E'en  I,  who  from  the  Lord  of  Thunders  rose. 
Bore  toils  and  dangers,  and  a  weight  of  woes  : 
To  a  base  monarch  still  a  slave  confined, 
(The  hardest  bondage  to  a  generous  mind  !) 
Down  to  these  worlds  I  trod  the  dismal  way. 
And  dragg'd  the  three-mouth'd  dog  to  upper  day. 
E'en  hell  I  conquer'd,  through  the  friendly  aid 
Of  Maia's  offspring,  and  the  martial  maid.' 

"  Thus  he,  nor  deign'd  for  our  reply  to  stay, 
But,  turning,  stalk'd  with  giant -strides  away. 

"  Curious  to  view  the  kings  of  ancient  days, 
The  mighty  dead  that  live  in  endless  praise. 
Resolved  I  stand  ;  and  haply  had  survey'd 


186  THE   ODYSSEY   OF    HOMER. 

The  godlike  Theseus,  and  Pirithous'  shade  ; 

But  swarms  of  spectres  rose  from  deepest  hell. 

With  bloodless  visage,  and  with  hideous  yell. 

They  scream,  they  shriek  ;  and  groans  and  dismal  sounds 

Stun  my  scared  ears,  and  pierce  hell's  utmost  bounds. 

No  more  my  heart  the  dismal  din  sustains, 

And  my  cold  blood  hangs  shivering  in  my  veins  ; 

Lest  Gorgon,  rising  from  the  infernal  lakes, 

With  horrors  arm'd,  and  curls  of  hissing  snakes. 

Should  fix  me  stiffen'd  at  the  monstrous  sight, 

A  stony  image,  in  eternal  night  ! 

Straiglit  from  the  direful  coast  to  purer  air 

I  speed  my  flight,  and  to  my  mates  repair. 

My  mates  ascend  the  ship  ;  they  strike  their  oars ; 

The  mountains  lessen,  and  retreat  the  shores  ; 

Swift  o'er  the  waves  we  fly  ;  the  freshening  gales 

Sing  tphrougli  the  sUrouds,  and  stretcli  the  swelling  sails." 


BOOK  XVL 

AEGUMENT. 

THE  SIREN'S,  ECTLLA  AND  OHABTBDIS. 

He  relates  how,  after  his  return  from  the  shades,  he  was  sent  by  Circe 
on  his  voyage,  by  the  coast  of  the  Sirens,  and  by  the  strait  of  Scylla 
and  Charybdis  ;  the  manner  in  which  he  escaped  tho^e  dangers  :  how, 
being  cast  on  tlie  island  Trinacria,  his  corapanidus  de^troyed  the  oxen 
of  the  Sun ;  the  vengeance  that  followed  ;  how  all  perished  by  ship- 
wreck except  himself,  who,  swimming  on  the  mast  of  the  ship,  arrived 
on  the  island  of  Calypso.    With  which  his  narration  concludes. 

"  Thus  o  er  the  rolling  surge  the  vessel  flies, 

Till  from  the  waves  the  .^sean  hills  arise. 

Here  the  gay  Morn  resides  in  radiant  bowers. 

Here  keeps  here  revels  with  the  dancing  Hours  ; 

Here  Phoebus,  rising  in  the  ethereal  way, 

Through  heaven's  bright  portals  pours  the  beamy  day. 

At  once  we  fix  our  halsers  on  the  land. 

At  once  descend,  and  press  the  desert  sand  : 

There,  worn  and  wasted,  lose  our  cares  in  sleep, 

To  the  hoarse  murmurs  of  the  rolling  deep. 

"  Soon  as  the  morn  restored  the  day,  we  paid 
Sepulchral  honours  to  Elpenor's  shade. 
Now  by  the  axe  the  rushing  forest  bends. 
And  the  huge  pile  along  the  shore  ascends. 
Around  we  stand,  a  melancholy  train, 
And  a  loud  groan  re-echoes  from  the  main. 
Fierce  o'er  the  pyre,  by  fanning  breezes  spread. 
The  hungry  flames  devour  the  silent  dead. 
A  rising  tomb,  the  silent  dead  to  grace, 
Fast  by  the  roarings  of  the  main  we  place  ; 
The  rising  tomb  a  lofty  column  bore. 
And    igh  above  it  rose  the  tapering  oar. 

"  Meantime  the  goddess  our  return  survey'd 
From  the  pale  ghosts  and  hell's  tremendous  shade. 
Swift  she  descends  :  a  train  of  nymphs  divine 
Bear  the  rich  viands  and  the  generous  wine  : 
In  act  to  speak  the  power  of  magic  stands. 
And  graceful  thus  accosts  the  listening  bands  : 

"  *  O  tons  of  woe  ?  decreed  by  adverse  fates 
(187) 


188  THE  ODYSSEY   OF   HOMBK. 

Alive  to  pass  through  bell's  eternal  gates  ! 
All,  soon  or  late,  are  doom'd  that  path  to  tread  : 
More  wretched  you  !   twice  number'd  with  the  dead  1 
This  day  adjourn  your  cares,  exalt  your  souls, 
Indulge  the  taste,  and  drain  the  sparkling  bowls  ; 
And  when  the  morn  unveils  her  saffron  ray. 
Spread  your  broad  sails,  and  plough  the  liquid  way : 
Lo,  I  this  night,  your  faithful  guide,  explain 
Your  woes  by  land,  your  dangers  on  the  main.' 

"  The  goddess  spoke.     In  fea&ts  we  waste  the  day 
Till  Phoebus  downward  plunged  his  burning  ray  ; 
Then  sable  night  ascends,  and  balmy  rest 
Seals  every  eye,  and  calms  the  troubled  breast. 
Then  curious  she  commands  me  to  relate 
The  dreadful  scenes  of  Pluto's  dreary  state. 
She  sat  in  silence  while  the  tale  I  tell. 
The  wondrous  visions  and  the  laws  of  hell. 

"  Then  thus  :     '  The  lot  of  man  the  gods  dispose  ; 
These  ills  are  past :  now  hear  thy  future  woes. 
O  prince  attend  ;  some  favouring  power  be  kind, 
And  print  the  important  story  on  thy  mind  ! 

"  'Next,  where  the  Sirens  dwells,  you  plough  the  «eas- 
Their  song  is  death,  and  makes  destruction  please. 
Unblest  the  man,  whom  music  wins  to  stay 
Nigh  the  cursed  shore,  and  listen  to  the  lay. 
No  more  that  wretch  shall  view  the  joys  of  life 
His  blooming  offspi-ing,  or  his  beauteous  wife  ! 
In  verdant  meads  they  sport  ;  and  wide  around 
Lie  human  bones  that  whiten  all  the  ground  : 
The  ground  polluted  floats  with  human  gore. 
And  human  carnage  taints  the  dreadful  shore 
Fly  swift  the  dangerous  coast ;  let  every  ear 
Be  stopp'd  against  the  i-ong  !  'tis  death  to  hear  I 
Firm  to  the  mast  with  chains  thyself  be  bound, 
Nor  trust  thy  virtue  to  the  enchanting  sound. 
If,  mad  with  transport,  freedom  thou  demand, 
Be  every  fetter  strain'd,  and  added  band  to  band. 

"  '  These  seas  o'erpass'd,  be  wise  I  but  1  refrain 
To  mark  distinct  thy  voyage  o'er  the  main  : 
New  horrors  rise  1  let  prudence  be  thy  guide, 
And  guard  thy  various  passage  through  the  tide. 

"  '  High  o'er  the  main  two  rocks  exalt  their  brow/ 
The  boiling  billows  thundering  roll  below  ; 
Through  the  vast  waves  the  dreadful  wonders  move. 
Hence  named  Erratic  by  the  gods  above. 
No  bird  of  air,  no  dove  of  swiftest  wing. 
That  bears  ambrosia  to  the  ethereal  king. 


THE   BIBBNS,    BOTLLA  AND   CHABTBDIS.  139 

Shuns  the  dire  rocks  :  in  vain  she  cuts  the  skies  ; 
The  dire  rocks  meet,  and  crush  her  as  she  flies  : 
Not  the  fleet  bark,  when  prosperous  breezes  play, 
Ploughs  o'er  that  roaring  surge  its  desperate  way  ; 
O'erwlielni'd  it  sinks  :  while  round  a  smolce  expires. 
And  the  waves  flashing  seem  to  burn  with  liies. 
Scarce  the  famed  Argo  pass'd  these  raging  floods, 
Tlie  sacred  Argo,  fill'd  with  demigods  ! 
E'en  she  had  sunk,  but  Jove's  imperial  bride 
Wing'd  her  fleet  sail,  and  push'd  her  o'er  the  tide. 
"  '  High  in  the  air  the  rock  its  summit  shrouds 
In  brooding  tempests,  and  in  rolling  clouds  ; 
Loud  storms  around,  and  mists  eternal  rise. 
Beat  its  bleak  brow,  and  intercept  the  skies. 
When  all  the  broad  expansion,  bright  with  day, 
Glows  with  the  autumnal  or  the  summer  ray. 
The  summer  and  the  autumn  glow  in  vain. 
The  sky  for  ever  lowers,  for  ever  clouds  remain. 
Impervious  to  the  step  of  man  it  stands. 
Though  borne  by  twenty  feet,  though  arm'd  with  twenty 

hands ; 
Smooth  as  the  polish  of  the  mirror  rise 
The  slippery  sides,  and  shoot  into  the  skies. 
Full  in  the  centre  of  this  rock  display'd, 
A  yawning  cavern  casts  a  dreadful  shade  : 
Nor  the  fleet  arrow  from  the  twanging  bow. 
Sent  with  full  force,  could  reach  the  depth  below. 
Wide  to  the  west  the  horrid  gulf  extends, 
And  the  dire  passage  down  to  hell  descends. 
O  fly  the  dreadful  sight  !  expand  thy  sails. 
Ply  the  strong  oar,  and  catch  the  nimble  gales  ; 
Here  Scylla  bellows  from  the  dire  abodes. 
Tremendous  pest,  abhorr'd  by  man  and  gods  ! 
Hideous  her  voice,  and  with  less  terrors  roar 
The  whelps  of  lions  in  the  midnight  hour. 
Twelve  feet,  deform'd  and  foul,  tlie  flend  dispreads  ; 
Six  horrid  necks  slip  rears,  and  six  terrific  heads  ; 
Her  jaws  grin  dreadful  with  three  rows  of  teeth  ; 
Jaggy  they  stand,  the  gaping  den  of  death  ; 
Her  parts  oljscene  the  raging  billows  hide  ; 
Her  bosom  terribly  o'erlooks  the  tide. 
When  stung  with  hunger  she  embroils  the  flood, 
The  sea-dog  and  the  dolphin  are  her  food  ; 
She  makes  the  huge  leviathan  her  prey, 
And  all  the  monsters  of  the  watery  way  ; 
The  swiftest  racer  of  the  azure  plain 
Here  fills  her  sails,  and  spreads  her  oars  in  vain  j 


190  THE  ODYSSEY   OF  HOMER. 

Fell  Scylla  rises,  in  her  fury  roars, 

At  once  six  mouths  expands,  at  once  six  men  devours. 

"  '  Close  by,  a  rock  of  less  enormous  height 
Breaks  the  wild  waves,  and  forms  a  dangerous  strait  ; 
Full  on  its  crown  a  fig's  green  branches  rise, 
And  shoot  a  leafy  forest  to  the  skies  ; 
Beneath,  Chary bdis  holds  her  boisterous  reign 
'Midst  roaring  whirlpools,  and  absorbs  the  main  ; 
Thrice  in  her  gulfs  the  boiling  seas  subside. 
Thrice  in  dire  thunders  she  refunds  the  tide. 
Oh,  if  thy  vessel  plough  the  direful  waves, 
when  seas  retreating  roar  within  her  caves. 
Ye  perish  all  !  though  he  who  rules  the  main 
Lends  his  strong  aid,  his  aid  he  lends  in  vain. 
Ah,  shun  the  horrid  gulf  !  by  Scylla  fly. 
'Tis  jjetter  six  to  lose,  than  all  to  die. ' 

"  I  then  :  '  O  nymph  propitious  to  my  prayer, 
Goddess  divine,  my  guardian  power,  declare, 
Is  the  foul  fiend  from  human  vengeance  freed  'i 
Or,  if  I  rise  in  arms,  can  Scylla  bleed  ? ' 

"  Then  she  :  '  O  worn  by  toils,  0  broke  in  fight, 
Still  are  new  toils  and  war  thy  dire  delight  ? 
Will  martial  flames  for  ever  fire  thy  mind, 
And  never,  never  be  to  Heaven  resign'd  ? 
How  vain  thy  efforts  to  avenge  the  wrong  ! 
Deathless  the  pest !  impenetrably  strong  ! 
Furious  and  fell,  tremendous  to  behold  ! 
E'en  with  a  look  she  withers  all  the  bold  ! 
She  mocks  the  weak  attempts  of  human  might  : 
Oh,  fly  her  rage  !  thy  conquest  is  thy  flight. 
If  but  to  seize  thy  arms  thou  make  delay, 
Again  thy  fury  vindicates  her  prey  ; 
Her  six  mouths  yawn,  and  six  are  snatch'd  away. 
From  her  foul  wound  Crataeis  ^ave  to  air 
This  dreadful  pest  !     To  her  direct  thy  prayer. 
To  curb  the  monster  in  her  dire  abodes, 
And  guard  thee  through  the  tumult  of  the  floods. 
Thence  to  Trinacria's  shore  you  bend  your  way. 
Where  graze  thy  herds,  illustrious  source  of  day  ! 
Seven  herds,  seven  flocks  enrich  the  sacred  plains. 
Each  herd,  each  flock  full  fifty  heads  contains  ; 
The  wondrous  kind  a  length  of  age  survey. 
By  breed  increase  not,  nor  by  death  decay. 
Two  sister  goddesses  possess  the  plain, 
The  constant  guardian  of  the  woolly  train  : 
Lampetie  fair,  and  Phaethusa  young, 
From  Phoebus  and  the  bright  Neaera  sprung  : 


THE  SIRENS,    SCTLLA  AND   CHAK7BDIS.  191 

Here,  watchful  o'er  the  flocks,  in  shady  bowers 

And  flowery  meads,  they  waste  the  joyous  hours. 

Rob  not  the  gods  I  and  so  propitious  gales 

Attend  thy  voyage,  and  impel  tliy  sails  ; 

But  if  thy  impious  hands  tlie  flocks  destroy. 

The  gods,  the  gods  avenge  it,  and  ye  die  ! 

'Tis  tliine  alone  (thy  friends  and  navy  lost) 

Through  tedious  toils  to  view  thy  native  coast.' 
"  She  ceased  :  and  now  arose  the  morning  ray  ; 

Swift  to  her  dome  the  goddess  held  her  way. 

Then  to  my  mates  1  measured  back  the  plain, 

Climb'd  the  tall  bark,  and  rush'd  into  the  main  ; 

Then,  bending  to  the  stroke,  their  oars  they  drew 

To  their  broad  breasts,  and  swift  the  galley  flew. 

Up  sprung  a  brisker  breeze  ;  with  freshening  gales 

The  friendly  goddess  stretch'd  the  swelling  sails  ; 

We  drop  our  oars  ;  at  ease  the  pilot  guides  ; 

The  vessel  light  along  the  level  glides. 

When,  rising  sad  and  slow,  with  pensive  look. 

Thus  to  the  melancholy  train  I  spoke  : 
"  '  O  friends,  oh  ever  partners  of  my  woes. 

Attend  while  I  what  Heaven  foredooms  disclose. 
Hear  all  !  Fate  hangs  o'er  all ;  on  you  it  lies 
To  live  or  perish  !  to  be  safe,  be  wise  ! 

"  '  In  flowery  meads  the  sportive  Sirens  play, 
Touch  the  soft  lyre,  and  tune  the  vocal  lay  ; 
Me,  me  alone,  with  fetters  firmly  bound. 
The  gods  allow  to  hear  the  dangerous  sound. 
Hear  and  obey  ;  if  freedom  I  demand, 
Be  every  fetter  strain'd,  be  added  band  to  band.* 

"  While  yet  I  speak  the  winged  galley  flies, 
And  lo  !  the  Siren  shores  like  mists  arise. 
Sunk  were  at  once  the  winds  ;  the  air  above, 
And  waves  below,  at  once  forgot  to  move  : 
Some  demon  calm'd  the  air  and  smooth'd  the  deep, 
Hush'd  the  loud  winds,  and  charm'd  the  waves  to  sleep. 
Now  every  sail  we  furl,  each  oar  we  ply  : 
Lash'd  by  the  stroke,  the  frothy  waters  fly. 
The  ductile  wax  with  busy  hands  I  mould. 
And  cleft  in  fragments,  and  the  fragments  roU'd  : 
The  aerial  region  now  grew  warm  with  day. 
The  wax  dissolved  beneath  the  burning  ray  ; 
Then  every  ear  I  barr'd  against  the  strain, 
And  from  access  of  frenzy  lock'd  tlie  brain. 
Now  round  the  masts  my  mates  the  fetters  roU'd, 
And  boiind  me  limb  by  limb  with  fold  on  fold. 
Then  bending  to  the  stroke,  the  active  train 


192  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMEK. 

Plunge  all  at  once  their  oars,  and  cleave  the  main, 

"  While  to  the  shore  the  rapid  vessel  flies. 
Our  swift  approach  the  Siren  choir  descries  ; 
Celestial  music  warbles  from  their  tongue. 
And  thus  the  sweet  deluders  tune  the  song  : 

"  '  Oh  stay,  0  pride  of  Greece  !  Ulysses,  stay  i 
Oh  cease  thy  course,  and  listen  to  our  lay  ! 
Blest  is  the  man  ordain'd  our  voice  to  hear, 
The  song  instructs  the  soul,  and  charms  the  ear. 
Approach  !  thy  soul  shall  into  raptures  rise  ! 
Approach  !  and  learn  new  wisdom  from  the  wise  I 
We  know  whate'er  the  kings  of  mighty  name 
Achieved  at  Ilion  in  the  field  of  fame  ; 
Whate'er  beneath  the  sun's  bright  journey  lies. 
Oh  stay,  and  learn  new  wisdom  from  the  wise  I  * 

"  Thus  the  sweet  charmers  warbled  o'er  the  main; 
My  soul  takes  wing  to  meet  the  heavenly  strain  ; 
I  give  the  sign,  and  struggle  to  be  free  : 
Swift  row  my  mates,  and  shoot  along  the  sea  ; 
New  chains  they  add,  and  rapid  urge  the  way, 
Till,  dying  off,  the  distant  sounds  decay  : 
Then  scudding  swiftly  from  the  dangerous  ground. 
The  deafen'd  ear  unlock'd,  the  chains  unbound. 

"  Now  all  at  once  tremendous  scenes  unfold  ; 
Thunder'd  the  deeps,  the  smoky  billows  roU'd  ! 
Tumultuous  waves  embroil  the  bellowing  flood. 
All  trembling,  deafen'd,  and  aghast  we  stood  ! 
No  more  the  vessel  plough'd  the  dreadful  wave. 
Fear  seized  the  mighty,  and  unnerved  the  brave  ; 
Each  dropp'd  his  oar  :  but  swift  from  man  to  man 
With  looks  serene  I  turn'd,  and  thus  began  : 
'  O  friends  !  O  often  tried  in  adverse  storms  ! 
With  ills  familiar  in  more  dreadful  forms  ! 
Deep  in  the  dire  Cyclopean  den  you  lay. 
Yet  safe  return'd — Ulysses  led  the  way. 
Learn  courage  hence,  and  in  my  care  confide  : 
Lo  !  still  the  same  Ulysses  is  your  guide. 
Attend  my  Avords  !  your  oars  incessant  ply  ; 
Strain  every  nerve,  and  bid  the  vessel  fly. 
If  from  yon  justlrng  rocks  and  wavy  war 
Jove  safety  grants,  he  grants  it  to  your  care. 
And  thou,  whose  guiding  hand  directs  our  way. 
Pilot,  attentive  listen  and  obey  ! 
Bear  wide  thy  course,  nor  plough  those  angry  waves 
Where  rolls  yon  smoke,  yon  tumbling  ocean  raves  ; 
Steer  by  the  higher  rock  ;  lest  whirl'd  around 
We  sink,  beneath  the  circling  eddy  drown'd,' 


THE   SIRENS,    SCTLLA   AND  CHARTBDIS.  193 

While  yet  I  speak,  at  once  their  oars  they  seize, 
Stretch  to  the  stroke,  and  brush  the  working  seas. 
Cautious  the  name  of  Scylla  I  suppress'd  ; 
That  dreadful  sound  had  chiU'd  the  boldest  breast. 

"Meantime,  forgetful  of  the  voice  divine. 
All  dreadful  bright  my  limbs  in  armour  shine  ; 
High  on  the  deck  I  take  my  dangerous  stand, 
Two  glittering  javelins  lighten  in  my  hand  ; 
Prepared  to  whirl  the  whizzing  spear  I  stay, 
Till  the  fell  fiend  arise  to  seize  her  prey. 
Around  the  dungeon,  stvidious  to  behold 
The  hideous  pest,  my  labouring  eyes  I  roll'd  ; 
In  vain  !  the  dismal  dungeon,  dark  as  night. 
Veils  the  dire  monster,  and  confounds  the  sight. 

"  Now  through  the  rocks,  appall'd  with  deep  dismay, 
We  bend  our  course,  and  stem  the  desperate  way  ; 
Dire  Scylla  there  a  scene  of  horror  forms. 
And  here  Charybdis  fills  the  deep  with  stonns. 
When  the  tide  rushes  from  her  rumbling  caves, 
The  rough  rock  roars,  tumultuous  boil  the  waves ; 
They  toss,  they  foam,  a  wild  confusion  raise. 
Like  waters  bubbling  o'er  the  fiery  blaze  ; 
Eternal  mists  obscure  the  aerial  plain. 
And  high  above  the  rock  she  spouts  the  main  : 
When  in  her  gulfs  the  rushing  sea  subsides. 
She  drains  the  ocean  with  the  refluent  tides : 
The  rock  re-bellows  with  a  thundering  sound  ; 
Deep,  wondrous  deep,  below  appears  the  ground. 

"  Struck  with  despair,  with  trembling  hearts  we  view'd 
The  yawning  dungeon,  and  the  tumbling  flood  ; 
When  lo  !  fierce  Scylla  stoop'd  to  seize  her  prey, 
Stretch'd  her  dire  jaws,  and  swept  six  men  away, 
Chiefs  of  renown  !  loud-echoing  shrieks  arise  : 
I  turn,  and  view  them  quivering  in  the  skies  ; 
They  call,  and  aid  with  outstretch'd  arms  implore  : 
In  vain  they  call  !  those  arms  are  stretched  no  more. 
As  from  some  rock  that  overhangs  the  flood 
The  silent  fisher  casts  the  insidious  food. 
With  fraudful  care  he  waits  the  finny  prize. 
And  sudden  lifts  it  quivering  to  the  skies  : 
So  the  foul  monster  lifts  her  prey  on  high. 
So  pant  the  wretches  struggling  in  the  sky  : 
In  the  wide  dungeon  she  devours  her  food, 
And  the  flesh  trembles  while  she  chums  the  blood.  j 

Worn  as  I  am  with  griefs,  with  care  decay'd,  1 

Never,  I  never  scene  so  dire  survey'd  ! 
My  shivering  blood,  congeal'd,  forgot  to  flow  ;  '* 


194  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMER. 

Aghast  I  stood,  a  monument  of  woe  ! 

"Now  from  the  rocks  the  rapid  vessel  flies. 
And  tlie  hoarse  din  like  distant  thunder  dies  ; 
To  Sol's  bright  isle  our  voyage  we  pursue, 
And  now  the  glittering  mountains  rise  to  view. 
There,  sacred  to  the  radiant  god  of  day, 
Graze  the  fair  herds,  the  flocks  promiscuous  stray : 
Then  suddenly  was  heard  along  the  main 
To  low  the  ox,  to  bleat  the  woolly  train. 
Straight  to  my  anxious  thoughts  the  sound  convey'd 
The  words  of  Circe  and  the  Theban  shade  ; 
Warn'd  by  their  awful  voice  these  shores  to  shun. 
With  cautious  fears  oppress'd  I  thus  begun  : 

"  '  O  friends  !  O  ever  exercised  in  care  ! 
Hear  Heaven's  commands,  and  reverence  what  ye  hear  t 
To  fly  these  shores  the  prescient  Theban  shade 
And  Circe  warn  !  Oh  be  their  voice  obey'd  : 
Some  miglity  woe  relentless  Heaven  forbodes  : 
Fly  these  dire  regions,  and  revere  the  gods  ! ' 

"  While  yet  I  spoke,  a  sudden  sorrow  ran 
Through  every  breast,  and  spread  from  man  to  man, 
Till  wrathful  thus  Eurylochus  began  : 

"  '  0  cruel  thou  !  some  Fury  sure  has  steel'd 
That  stubborn  soul,  by  toil  untaught  to  yield  ! 
From  sleep  debarr'd,  we  sink  from  woes  to  woes  : 
And  cruel,  euviest  thou  a  short  repose  ? 
Still  must  we  restless  rove,  new  seas  explore, 
The  sun  descending,  and  so  near  the  shore  ? 
And  lo  !  the  night  begins  her  gloomy  reign. 
And  doubles  all  the  terrors  of  the  main. 
Oft  in  the  dead  of  night  loud  winds  arise, 
Ijash  the  wild  surge,  and  bluster  in  the  skies. 
Oil,  should  the  fierce  south-west  his  rage  display, 
And  toss  with  rising  storms  the  watery  way. 
Though  gods  descend  from  heaven's  aerial  plain 
To  lend  us  aid,  the  gods  descend  in  vain  ; 
Tlien  while  the  night  displays  her  awful  shade. 
Sweet  time  of  slumber  !  be  the  night  obey'd  1 
Haste  ye  to  land  !  and  when  the  morning  ray 
Slieds  her  bright  beam,  pursue  the  destined  way.' 
A  sudden  joy  in  every  bosom  rose  : 
So  will'd  some  demon,  minister  of  woes  ! 

"  To  whonr  with  grief  :  '  0  swift  to  be  undone  I 
Constrain'd  I  act  what  wisdom  bids  me  shun. 
But  yonder  herbs  and  yonder  flocks  forbear ; 
Attest  the  heavens,  and  cull  the  gods  to  hear; 
Content,  an  inuocent  repast  display, 


THE  SIRENS,    8CTLLA  AND  CHARTBDIS.  195 

By  Circe  given,  and  fly  the  dangerous  prey.' 

"  Thus  I  :  and  while  to  sliore  the  vessel  flies. 
With  hands  uplifted  they  attest  the  skies  :  , 

Then,  wliere  a  fountain's  gurgling  watere  play, 
They  rush  to  land,  and  end  in  feasts  the  day  : 
They  feed  ;  they  quaff ;  and  now  (tliPir  hunger  fled) 
Sigh  for  their  friends  devour'd,  and  mourn  the  dead  ; 
Nor  cease  the  tears  till  each  in  slumber  shares 
A  sweet  forgetfulness  of  human  cares. 
Now  far  the  night  advanced  her  gloomy  reign, 
And  setting  stars  roll'd  down  the  azure  plain  : 
When  at  the  voice  of  Jove  wild  whirlwinds  rise. 
And  clouds  and  double  darkness  veil  the  skies  ; 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  bright  ethereal  host 
Seem  as  extinct,  and  all  their  splendours  lost : 
The  furious  tempest  roars  with  dreadful  sound  : 
Air  thunders,  rolls  the  ocean,  groans  the  ground. 
All  night  it  raged  :  when  morning  rose  to  land 
We  haul'd  our  bark,  and  moor'd  it  on  the  strand, 
Where  in  a  beauteous  grotto's  cool  recess 
Dance'  the  green  Nereids  of  the  neighbouring  seas. 

"  There  while  the  wild  ^vinds  whistled  o'er  the  main. 
Thus  careful  I  address'd  the  listening  train  : 

"  '  O  friends,  be  wise  !  nor  dare  the  flocks  destroy 
Of  these  fair  pastures  :  if  ye  touch,  ye  die. 
Warn'd  by  the  high  command  of  Heaven,  be  awed  : 
Holy  the  flocks,  and  dreadful  is  the  god  ! 
That  god  who  spreads  the  radiant  beams  of  light. 
And  views  wide  earth  and  heaven's  unmeasured  height.' 

"  And  now  the  moon  had  run  her  monthly  round. 
The  south-east  blustering  with  a  dreadful  sound  : 
Unhurt  the  beeves,  untouch'd  the  woolly  train, 
Low  through  the  grove,  or  touch  the  flowery  plain  ; 
Then  fail'd  our  food  :  then  fish  we  make  our  prey. 
Or  fowl  that  screaming  haunt  the  watery  way. 
Till  now  from  sea  or  flood  no  succour  found. 
Famine  and  meagre  want  besieged  us  round. 
Pensive  and  pale  from  grove  to  grove  I  stray'd, 
From  the  loud  storms'to  find  a  sylvan  shade  ; 
There  o'er  my  hands  the  living  wave  I  pour  ; 
And  Heaven  and  Heaven's  immortal  thrones  implore, 
To  calm  the  roarings  of  the  stormy  main, 
And  guide  me  peaceful  to  my  realms  again. 
Then  o'er  my  eyes  the  gods  soft  slumbers  shed, 
While  thus  Eurylochus  arising  said 

"  '  0  friends,  a  thousand  ways  frail  mortals  lead 
To  the  cold  tomb,  and  dreadful  all  to  tread  ; 


196  THE   ODYS8EY   OF   HOMER. 

But  dreadful  most,  when  by  a  slow  decay 
Pale  hunger  wastes  the  manly  strength  away. 
Why  cease  ye  then  to  implore  the  powers  above. 
And  offer  Itecatoinbs  to  thundering  Jove? 
Why  seize  ye  not  yon  beeves,  and  fleecy  prey? 
Arise  unanimous  ;  arise  and  slay  ! 
And  if  the  gods  ordain  a  safe  return, 
To  Phoebus  shrines  shall  rise,  and  altars  burn. 
But  should  the  powers  that  o'er  manlvind  preside 
Decree  to  plunge  us  in  the  whelming  tide, 
Better  to  rush  at  once  to  shades  below 
Than  linger  life  away,  and  nourish  woe.' 

"  Thus  lie  :  the  beeves  around  securely  stray, 
When  swift  to  ruin  they  invade  the  prey  ; 
They  seize,  they  kill  ! — but  for  the  rite  divine 
The  barley  fail'd,  and  for  libations  wine. 
Swift  from  the  oak  they  strip  the  shady  pride  : 
And  verdant  leaves  the  flowery  cake  supplied. 

"  With  prayer  they  now  address  the.ethereal  train, 
Slay  the  selected  beeves,  and  flay  the  slain  : 
Tlie  thighs,  with  fat  involved,  divide  with  art, 
Strew'd  o'er  with  morsels  cut  from  every  part. 
Water,  instead  of  wine,  is  brought  in  urns, 
And  pour'd  profanely  as  the  victim  burns. 
The  thighs  thus  offer'd,  and  the  entrails  dress'd. 
They  roast  the  fragments,  and  prepare  the  feast. 

"  'Twas  then  soft  slumber  fled  my  troubled  brain  : 
Back  to  the  bark  I  speed  along  the  main. 
When  lo  !  an  odour  from  the  feast  exhales, 
Spreads  o'er  the  coast,  and  scents  the  tainted  gales; 
A  chilly  fear  congeal'd  my  vital  blood, 
And  thus,  obtesting  Heaven,  I  mourn'd  aloud  : 

"  '  O  sire  of  men  and  gods,  immortal  Jove  ! 
O  all  ye  blissful  powers  that  reign  above  ! 
Why  were  my  cares  beguiled  in  short  repose  ? 
O  fatal  slumber,  paid  with  lasting  woes  ! 
A  deed  so  dreadful  all  the  gods  alarms, 
Vengeance  is  on  the  wing,  and  Heaven  in  arms  I ' 

"  Meantime  Lampetie  mounts  the  aerial  way, 
And  kindles  into  rage  the  god  of  day  : 

"  '  Vengeance,  ye  powers  (he  cries),  and  thou  whose  hand 
Aims  the  red  bolt,  and  hurls  the  writhen  brand  ! 
Slain  are  tiiose  herds  which  I  with  pride  survey. 
When  through  the  ports  of  heaven  I  pour  the  day, 
Or  deep  in  ocean  plunge  the  biirnini;;  ray. 
Vengeance,  ye  gods  1  or  I  the  skies  foiego, 
And  bear  the  lamp  of  heaven  to  shu  le^  below.' 


THE   SIREKS,    SCYLLA   AND   CHARTBDIS.  197 

"  To  whom  the  thundering  Power  :  '  O  source  of  day  ! 
Whose  radiant  lamp  adorns  the  azure  way, 
Still  may  thy  beams  through  h(>aveii's  briglit  portal  rise, 
The  joy  of  earth,  the  glory  of  the  skies  : 
Lo  !  my  red  arm  I  bare,  my  thunders  guide, 
To  dash  the  offenders  in  the  wlielniing  tide.' 

"  To  fair  Calypso,  from  the  bright  abodes, 
Hermes  convey'd  these  counsels  of  the  gods. 

"  Meantime  from  man  to  man  my  tongue  exclaims, 
My  wrath  is  kindled,  and  my  soul  in  flames. 
In  vain  !  I  view  perform'd  the  direful  deed. 
Beeves,  slain  in  heaps,  along  the  ocean  bleed. 

' '  Now  heaven  gave  signs  of  wrath  :  along  the  ground 
Crept  the  raw  hides,  and  with  a  bellowing  sound 
Roar'd  the  dead  limbs  ;  the  burning  entrails  groan'd. 
Six  guilty  days  my  wretched  mates  employ 
In  impious  feasting,  and  unhallowed  joy  ; 
The  seventh  arose,  and  now  the  sire  of  gods 
Rein'd  the  rough  storms,  and  calm'd  the  tossing  floods : 
With  speed  the  barlt  we  climb  ;  the  spacious  sails 
Loosed  from  the  yards  invite  the  impelling  gales. 
Past  sight  of  shore,  along  the  surge  we  bound. 
And  all  above  is  sky,  and  ocean  all  around  ; 
When  lo  !  a  murky  cloud  the  thunderer  forms 
Full  o'er  our  heads,  and  blackens  heaven  with  storms. 
Night  dwells  o'er  all  the  deep  :  and  now  outtiies 
The  gloomy  west,  and  whistles  in  the  skies. 
The  mountain-billows  roar  !  the  furious  blast 
Howls  o'er  the  shroud,  and  rends  it  from  the  mast : 
The  mast  gives  vvay,  and,  crackling  as  it  bends. 
Tears  up  the  deck  ;  then  all  at  once  descends  : 
The  pilot  by  the  tumbling  ruin  slain, 
Dash'd  from  the  helm,  falls  headlong  in  the  main. 
Then  Jove  in  anger  bids  his  thunders  roll. 
And  forky  lightnings  flash  from  pole  to  pole  : 
Fierce  at  our  heads  his  deadly  bolt  he  aims. 
Red  with  uncommon  wrath,  and  wrapp'd  in  flames  : 
Full  on  the  bark  it  fell ;  now  high,  now  low, 
Toss'd  and  retoss'd,  it  reel'd  beneath  the  blow  ; 
At  once  into  the  main  the  crew  it  shook  : 
Sulphurous  odours  rose,  and  smouldering  smoke. 
Like  fowl  that  haunt  the  floods,  they  sink,  they  rise. 
Now  lost,  now  seen,  with  shrieks  and  dreadful  cries ; 
And  strive  to  gain  the  bark  ,  but  Jove  denies. 
Firm  at  the  helm  I  stand,  when  fierce  the  main 
Rush'd  with  dire  noise,  and  dasli'd  the  sides  in  twain  ; 
Again  impetuous  drove  the  furious  Mast, 


198  THE   ODTgSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Snapp'd  tlie  strong  helm,  and  hore  to  sea  the  mast. 
Firm  to  the  mast  with  cords  the  helm  I  bind. 
And  ride  aloft,  to  Providence  resign'd. 
Through  tumbling  billows  and  a  war  of  wind. 

"Now  sunk  the  west,  and  now  a  southern  breeze. 
More  dreadful  than  the  tempest,  lash'd  the  seas  ; 
For  on  the  rocks  it  bore  where  Scylla  raves, 
And  dire  Charybdis  rolls  her  thundering  waves. 
All  night  I  drove  ;  and  at  the  dawn  of  day, 
Fast  by  the  rocks  beheld  the  desperate  way  ; 
Just  when  the  sea  within  her  gulfs  subsides. 
And  in  the  roaring  whirlpools  rush  the  tides. 
Swift  from  the  float  I  vaulted  with  a  bound, 
The  lofty  fig-tree  seized,  and  clung  around  : 
So  to  the  beam  the  bat  tenacious  clings, 
And  pendent  round  it  clasps  Lis  leather  wings. 
High  in  the  air  the  tree  its  boughs  display'd, 
And  o'er  the  dungeon  cast  a  dreadful  shade  ; 
All  unsustain'd  between  the  wave  and  sky. 
Beneath  my  feet  the  whirling  billows  fly. 
What  time  the  judge  forsakes  the  noisy  bar 
To  take  repast,  and  stills  the  wordy  war, 
Charybdis,  rumbling  from  her  inmost  caves, 
The  mast  refunded  on  her  refluent  waves. 
Swift  from  the  tree,  the  floating  mass  to  gain, 
Sudden  I  dropp'd  amidst  the  flashing  main  ; 
Once  more  undaunted  on  the  ruin  rode. 
And  oar'd  with  labouring  arms  along  the  flood. 
Unseen  I  pass'd  by  Scylla's  dire  abodes  . 
So  Jove  decreed  (dread  sire  of  men  and  gods). 
Then  nine  long  days  I  plow'd  the  calmer  seas. 
Heaved  by  the  surge,  and  wafted  by  the  breeze. 
Weary  and  wet  the  Ogygian  shores  I  gain. 
When  the  tenth  sun  descended  to  the  main. 
There,  in  Calypso's  ever-fragrant  bowers, 
Refresh'd  I  lay.  and  joy  beguiled  the  hours. 

"  My  following  fates  to  thee,  O  king,  are  known. 
And  the  bight  partner  of  thy  royal  throne. 
Enough  :  in  misery  can  words  avail  ? 
And  what  so  tedious  as  a  twice-told  tale?" 


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AEGUMENT. 

THE  ABRIVAI.  OP  ULYSSES  IN  ITHACA. 

Ulysses  takes  his  leave  of  Alcinous  and  Arete,  and  embarks  in  the  even- 
ing. Next  morning  the  ship  arrives  at  Ithaca  ;  where  the  sailors,  as 
Ulysses  is  yet  sleeping,  lay  him  on  the  shore  with  all  hia  treasures. 
On  their  return,  Neptune  changes  their  ship  into  a  rock.  In  the  mean- 
time Ulysses,  awaking,  knows  not  hia  native  Ithaca,  by  reason  of  a 
mist  which  Pallas  had  cast  around  him.  He  breaks  into  loud  lamen- 
tations ;  till  the  goddesa  appearing  to  him  in  the  form  of  a  shepherd, 
discovers  the  country  to  him,  and  points  out  the  particular  places. 
He  then  tells  a  feigned  story  of  his  adventures,  upon  which  she  man- 
ifests herself,  and  they  consult  together  of  the  measures  to  be  taken 
to  destroy  the  suitors.  To  conceal  hia  return,  and  disguise  his  person 
the  more  effectually,  she  changes  him  into  the  figure  of  an  old  beggar. 

He  ceased  ;  but  left  so  pleasing  on  tlieir  ear 
His  voice,  that  listening  still  they  seem'd  to  hear. 
A  pause  of  silence  hush'd  the  shady  rooms  : 
The  grateful  conference  then  the  king  resumes  : 

"  Whatever  toils  the  great  Ulysses  pass'd, 
Beneath  this  happy  roof  they  end  at  last ; 
No  longer  now  from  shore  to  shore  to  roam, 
Smooth  seas  and  gentle  winds  invite  him  home. 
But  hear  me,  princes  !  whom  these  walls  inclose. 
For  whom  my  chanter  sings:  and  goblet  flows 
With  wine  unmix'd  (an  honour  due  to  age, 
To  cheer  the  grave,  and  warm  the  poet's  rage)  ; 
Though  labour'd  gold  and  many  a  dazzling  vest 
Lie  heap'd  already  for  our  godlike  guest  ; 
Without  new  treasures  let  him  not  remove, 
Large,  and  expressive  of  the  public  love  : 
Each  peer  a  tripod,  each  a  vase  bestow, 
A  general  tribute,  which  the  state  shall  owe." 

This  sentence  pleased  :  then  all  their  steps  address'd 
To  separate  mansions,  and  retired  to  rest. 

Now  did  the  rosy-finger'd  morn  arise. 
And  shed  her  sacred  light  along  the  skies. 
Down  to  the  haven  and  the  ships  in  haste 
They  bore  the  treasures,  and  in  safety  placed. 
The  king  himself  the  vases  ranged  with  care  ; 
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200  THE   ODTSSBT  OF   HOMER. 

Then  bade  his  followers  to  the  feast  prepare. 

A  victim  ox  beneath  the  sacred  hand 

Of  great  AlcinoUs  falls,  and  stains  the  sand. 

To  Jove  the  Eternal  (power  above  all  powers  ! 

Who  wings  the  winds,  and  darkens  heaven  with,  showers) 

The  flames  ascend  :  till  evening  they  prolong 

The  rites,  more  sacred  made  by  heavenly  song  : 

For  in  the  midst,  with  public  honours  graced, 

Thy  lyre  divine,  Demodocus  !  was  placed. 

All,  but  Ulysses,  heard  with  fix'd  delight  : 

He  sate,  and  eyed  the  sun,  and  wish'd  the  night    : 

Slow  seem'd  the  sun  to  move,  the  hours  to  roU, 

His  native  home  deep-imaged  in  his  soul. 

As  the  tired  ploughman,  spent  with  stubborn  toil, 

Whose  oxen  long  have  torn  the  furrow'd  soil, 

Sees  with  delight  the  sun's  declining  ray. 

When  home  with  feeble  knees  he  bends  his  way 

To  late  repast  (the  day's  hard  labour  done)  : 

So  to  Ulysses  welcome  set  the  sun  : 

Then  instant  to  Alcinoiis  and  the  rest 

(The  Scherian  states)  he  turn'd,  and  thus  address'd  : 

"  O  thou,  the  first  in  merit  and  command  ! 
And  you  the  peers  and  princes  of  the  land  ! 
May  every  joy  be  yours  !  nor  this  the  least. 
When  due  libation  shall  have  crown'd  the  feast,- 
Safe  to  my  home  to  send  your  happy  guest. 
Complete  are  now  the  bounties  you  have  given. 
Be  all  those  bounties  but  confirm'd  by  Heaven  ! 
So  may  I  find,  when  all  my  wanderings  cease. 
My  consort  blameless,  and  my  friends  in  peace. 
On  you  be  every  bliss  ;  and  every  day. 
In  home-felt  joys,  delighted  roll  away  : 
Yourselves,  your  wives,  your  long-descending  race. 
May  every  god  enrich  with  every  grace  ! 
Sure  fix'd  on  virtue  may  your  nation  stand. 
And  public  evil  never  touch  the  land  ! " 

His  words  well  weigh'd,  the  general  voice  approved 
Benign,  and  instant  his  dismission  moved. 
The  monarch  to  Pontonus  gave  the  sign. 
To  fill  the  goblet  high  with  rosy  wine  : 
"  Great  Jove  the  Father  first  (he  cried)  implore  ; 
Then  send  the  stranger  to  his  native  shore." 

The  luscious  wine  the  obedient  herald  brought  ; 
Around  the  mansion  flow'd  the  purple  draught ; 
Each  from  his  seat  to  each  immortal  pours. 
Whom  glory  circles  in  the  Olympian  bowers 
Ulysses  sole  with  air  majestic  stands, 


ARKIVAli   OF   ULYSSES   IN   ITHACA.  2Ci 

The  bowl  presenting  to  Arete 's  hands  : 

Tlien  thus  :  "0  queen,  farewell  !  be  still  possess'd 

Of  dear  remembrance,  blessing  still  and  bless'd  ! 

Till  age  and  death  shall  gently  call  thee  hence, 

(Sure  fate  of  every  mortal  excellence  !) 

Farewell  !  and  joys  successive  ever  spring 

To  thee,  to  thine,  the  people,  and  the  king  ! " 

Thus  he  :  then  parting  prints  the  sandy  shore 
To  the  fair  port :  a  herald  march'd  before, 
Sent  by  Alcinoiis  ;  of  Arete's  train 
Three  chosen  maids  attend  him  to  the  main  : 
This  does  a  tunic  and  white  vest  convey, 
A  various  casket  that,  of  rich  inlay. 
And  bread  and  wine  the  third.     The  cheerful  mate3 
Safe  in  the  hollow  poop  dispose  the  cates  : 
Upon  the  deck  soft  painted  robes  they  spread. 
With  linen  cover'd,  for  the  hero's  bed. 
He  climbed  the  lofty  stern  ;  then  gently  press'd 
The  swelling  couch,  and  lay  composed  to  rest. 

Now  placed  in  order,  the  Phaeaciau  train 
Their  cables  loose,  and  launch  into  the  main  : 
At  once  they  bend,  and  strike  their  equal  oars. 
And  leave  the  sinking  hills  and  lessening  shorea' 
While  on  the  deck  the  chief  in  silence  lies. 
And  pleasing  slumbers  steal  upon  his  eyes. 
As  fiery  coursers  in  the  rapid  race 
Urged  by  fierce  drivers  through  the  dusty  space, 
Toss  their  high  heads,  and  scour  along  the  plain, 
So  mounts  the  bounding  vessel  o'er  the  main. 
Back  to  the  stern  the  parted  billows  flow. 
And  the  black  ocean  foams  and  roars  below. 

Thus  with  spread  sails  the  winged  galley  flies  ; 
Less  swift  an  eagle  cuts  the  liquid  skies  ; 
Divine  Ulysses  was  her  sacred  load, 
A  man,  in  wisdom  equal  to  a  god  ! 
Much  danger,  long  and  mighty  toils  he  bore, 
In  storms  by  sea,  and  combats  on  the  shore  : 
All  which  soft  sleep  now  banish'd  from  his  breast,. 
Wrapp'd  in  a  pleasing,  deep,  and  death-like  rest. 

But  when  the  morning-star  with  early  ray 
Flamed  in  the  front  of  heaven,  and  promised  day  ; 
Like  distant  clouds  the  mariner  descries 
Fair  Ithaca's  emerging  hills  arise. 
Far  from  the  town  a  spacious  port  appears. 
Sacred  to  Phorcys'  power,  whose  name  it  bears  : 
Two  craggy  rocks  projecting  to  the  main. 
The  roaring  wind's  tempestuous  rage  restrain  ; 


202  THE  ODYSSEY  OF  HOMElt. 

Within  the  waves  in  softer  murmurs  glide, 

And  ships  secure  without  their  lialsers  ride. 

High  at  the  head  a  branching  olive  grows. 

And  crowns  the  pointed  cliffs  with  shady  boughs. 

Beneath,  a  gloomy  grotto's  cool  recess 

Delights  the  Nereids  of  the  neiglibouring  seas, 

Where  bowls  and  urns  were  form'd  of  living  stone, 

And  massy  beams  in  native  marble  shone, 

On  which  the  labours  of  the  nymphs  were  roll'd, 

Tlieir  webs  divine  of  purple  mix'd  with  gold. 

Within  the  cave  the  clustering  bees  attend 

Their  waxen  works,  or  from  the  roof  depend. 

Perpetual  waters  o'er  the  pavement  glide  ; 

Two  marble  doors  unfold  on  either  side  ; 

Sacved  tlie  south,  by  which  the  gods  descend  ; 

But  mortals  enter  at  the  northern  end. 

Thither  they  bent,  and  haul'd  their  ship  to  land 
(The  crooked  keel  divides  the  yellow  sand). 
Ulysses  sleeping  on  his  couch  they  bore. 
And  gently  placed  him  on  the  rocky  shore. 
His  treasures  next,  Alcinoiis'  gifts,  they  laid 
In  the  wild  olive's  unfrequented  shade, 
Secure  from  theft  ;  then  launch'd  the  bark  again. 
Resumed  their  oars,  and  measured  back  the  main. 
Nor  yet  forgot  old  Ocean's  dread  supreme. 
The  vengeance  vow'd  for  eyeless  Polypheme. 
Before  the  throne  of  mighty  Jove  he  stood. 
And  sought  the  secret  counsels  of  the  god. 

"  Shall  then  no  more,  O  sire  of  gods  !  be  mine 
The  rights  and  honours  of  a  power  divine  ?    . 
Scorn'd  e'en  by  man,  and  (oh  severe  disgrace  !) 
By  soft  Phaeacians,  my  degenerate  race  ! 
Against  yon  destined  head  in  vain  I  swore. 
And  menaced  vengeance,  ere  he  reach'd  his  shore  ; 
To  reach  his  natal  shore  was  thy  decree  ; 
Mild  I  obey'd,  for  who  shall  war  with  thee? 
Behold  him  landed,  careless  and  asleep, 
From  all  the  eluded  dangers  of  the  deep  ; 
Lo  where  he  lies,  amidst  a  shining  store 
Of  brass,  rich  garments,  and  refulgent  ore  ; 
And  bears  triumphant  to  his  native  isle 
A  prize  more  worth  than  Hion's  noble  spoil." 

To  whom  the  Father  of  the  immortal  powers. 
Who  swells  the  clouds,  and  gladdens  earth  with  showers, 
"  Can  mighty  Neptune  thus  of  man  complain  ? 
Neptune,  tremendous  o'er  the  boundless  main  ! 
Revered  and  awful  e'en  in  heaven's  abodes, 


ABBIVAL   OF    ULYSSES   IN   ITHACA.  203 

Ancient  and  great !  a  god  above  the  gods  f 

If  that  low  race  ofEend  thy  power  divine 

(Weali,  daring  creatures  !)  is  not  vengeance  thine? 

Go,  then,  the  guilty  at  thy  will  chastise." 

He  said.     The  shaker  of  the  earth  replies  : 

"  This  then  I  doom  :  to  fix  the  gallant  ship 
A  mark  of  vengeance  on  the  sable  deep  ; 
To  warn  the  thoughtless,  self -confiding  train, 
No  more  unlicensed  thus  to  brave  the  main. 
Full  in  their  port  a  shady  hill  shall  rise, 
If  such  thy  will." — "  We  will  it  (Jove  replies). 
E'en  when  with  transport  blackening  all  the  strand, 
The  swarming  people  hail  their  ship  to  land, 
Fix  her  for  ever,  a  memorial  stone  : 
Still  let  her  seem  to  sail,  and  seem  alone. 
The  trembling  crowds  shall  see  the  sudden  shade 
Of  whelming  mountains  overhang  their  head  ! " 

With  that  the  god  whose  earthquakes  rock  the  groand 
Fierce  to  Phaeacia  cross'd  the  vast  profound. 
Swift  as  a  swallow  sweeps  the  liquid  way, 
The  winged  pinnace  shot  along  the  sea. 
The  god  arrests  her  with  a  sudden  stroke, 
And  roots  her  down  an  everlasting  rock. 
Aghast  the  Scherians  stand  in  deep  surprise  : 
All  press  to  speak,  all  question  with  their  eyes. 
What  hands  unseen  the  rapid  bark  restrain  ! 
And  yet  it  swims,  or  seems  to  swim,  the  main  I 
Thus  they,  unconscious  of  the  deed  divine  : 
'ITU  great  Alcinoiis,  rising,  own'd  the  sign. 

•'  Behold  the  long  predestined  day  !  (he  cries  ;) 
O  certain  faith  of  ancient  prophecies  ! 
These  ears  have  heard  my  royal  sire  disclose 
A  dreadful  story,  big  with  future  woes  ; 
How,  moved  with  wrath,  that  careless  we  convey 
Promiscuous  every  guest  to  every  bay, 
Stern  Neptune  raged  ;  and  how  by  his  command 
Firm  rooted  in  the  surge  a  ship  should  stand 
(A  iponument  of  wrath)  ;  and  mound  on  mound 
Should  hide  our  walls,  or  whelm  beneath  the  ground. 

"  The  Fates  have  follow'd  as  declared  the  seer. 
Be  humbled,  nations  !  and  your  monarch  hear. 
No  more  unlicensed  brave  the  deeps,  no  more 
With  every  stranger  pass  from  shore  to  shore  : 
On  angry  Neptune  now  for  mercy  call ; 
To  his  high  name  let  twelve  black  oxen  falL 
So  may  the  god  reverse  his  purposed  will, 
For  o'er  our  city  hang  the  dreadful  liiW,'' 


304  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

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The  monarch  spoke  :  they  trembled  and  obey'd. 
Forth  on  the  sands  the  victina  oxen  led  : 
The  gathered  tribes  before  the  altars  stand. 
And  chiefs  and  rulers,  a  majestic  band. 
The  Iting  of  ocean  all  the  tribes  implore  ; 
The  blazing  altars  redden  all  the  shore. 

Meanwhile  Ulysses  in  his  country  lay. 
Released  from  sleep,  and  round  him  might  survey 
The  solitary  shore  and  rolling  sea. 
Yet  had  his  mind  through  tedious  absence  lost 
The  dear  resemblance  of  his  native  coast  ; 
Besides,  Minerva,  to  secure  her  care. 
Diffused  around  a  veil  of  thickened  air  ; 
For  so  the  gods  ordain'd,  to  keep  unseen 
His  royal  person  from  his  friends  and  queen  ; 
Till  the  proud  suitors  for  their  crimes  afford 
An  ample  vengeance  to  their  injured  lord.  » 

Now  all  the  land  another  prospect  bore. 
Another  port  appear'd,  another  shore. 
And  long-continued  ways,  and  winding  floods, 
And  unknown  mountains,  crown'd  with  unknown  woods 
Pensive  and  slow,  with  sudden  grief  oppress'd. 
The  king  arose,  and  beat  his  careful  breast. 
Cast  a  long  look  o'er  all  the  coast  and  main. 
And  sought,  around,  his  native  realm  in  vain  : 
Then  with  erected  eyes  stood  fix'd  in  woe, 
And  as  he  spoke,  the  tears  began  to  flow. 

"  Ye  gods  (he  cried),  upon  what  barren  coast. 
In  what  new  region,  is  Ulysses  toss'd  ? 
Possess'd  by  wild  barbarians,  fierce  in  arms? 
Or  men  whose  bosom  tender  pity  warms  ? 
Where  shall  this  treasure  now  in  safely  he? 
And  whither,  whither  its  sad  owner  fly  ? 
Ah,  why  did  I  Alcinoiis'  grace  implore  ? 
Ah,  why  forsake  Phseacia's  happy  shore? 
Some  juster  prince  perhaps  had  entertained. 
And  safe  restored  me  to  my  native  land. 
Is  this  the  promised,  long-expected  coast,  ^ 

And  this  the  faith  Phaeacia's  rulers  boast  ? 
O  righteous  gods  !  of  all  the  great,  how  few 
Are  just  to  Heaven,  and  to  their  promise  true  I 
But  he,  the  power  to  whose  all-seeing  eyes 
The  deeds  of  men  appear  without  disguise, 
'Tis  his  alone  to  avenge  the  wrongs  I  bear  : 
For  still  the  oppress'd  are  his  peculiar  care. 
To  count  these  presents,  and  from  thence  to  provrs 
Their  faith  is  mine  :  the  rest  belongs  to  Jove-," 


ABRIVAL  OF  ULYSSES  IN   ITHACA.  205 

Then  on  the  sands  h^  ranged  his  wealthy  store. 
The  gold,  the  vests,  th^  tripods  number'd  o'er : 
All  these  he  found,  but  still  in  error  lost. 
Disconsolate  he  wanders  on  the  coast. 
Sighs  for  his  country,  and  laments  again 
To  the  deaf  rocks,  and  hoarse-resounding  main. 
When  lo  !  the  guardian  goddess  of  the  wise, 
Celestial  Pallas,  stood  before  his  eyes  ; 
In  show  a  youthful  swain,  of  form  divine. 
Who  seem'd  descended  from  some  princely  line. 
A  graceful  robe  her  slender  body  dress'd  ; 
Around  her  shoulders  flew  the  waving  vest ; 
Her  decent  hand  a  shining  javelin  bore. 
And  painted  sandals  on  her  feet  she  wore. 
To  whom  the  king  :  ' '  Whoe'er  of  human  race 
Thou  art,  that  wanderest  in  this  desert  place, 
With  joy  to  thee,  as  to  some  god  I  bend. 
To  thee  my  treasures  and  myself  commend. 
O  tell  a  wretch  in  exile  doom'd  to  stray, 
What  air  I  breathe,  what  country  I  survey  ? 
The  fruitful  continent's  extremest  bound. 
Or  some  fair  isle  which  Neptune's  arms  surround  ? 

"  From  what  far  clime  (said  she)  remote  from  fame 
Arrivest  thou  here,  a  stranger  to  our  name  ? 
Thou  seest  an  island,  not  to  those  unknown 
Whose  hills  are  brighten'd  by  the  rising  sun. 
Nor  those  that  placed  beneath  his  utmost  reign 
Behold  him  sinking  in  the  western  main. 
The  rugged  soil  allows  no  level  space 
For  flying  chariots,  or  the  rapid  race  ; 
Yet,  not  ungrateful  to  the  peasant's  pain, 
Suffices  fulness  to  the  swelling  grain  : 
The  loaded  trees  their  various  fruits  produce. 
And  clustering  grapes  afford  a  generous  juice  ; 
Woods  crown  our  mountains,  and  in  every  grove 
The  bounding  goats  and  frisking  heifers  rove  : 
Soft  rains  and  kindly  dews  refresh  the  field, 
And  rising  springs  eternal  verdure  yield. 
E'en  to  those  shores  is  Ithaca  renown'd. 
Where  Troy's  majestic  ruins  strew  the  ground.* 

At  this,  the  chief  with  transport  was  poaseas'd ; 
His  panting  heart  exulted  in  his  breast  : 
Yet,  well  mssembling  his  untimely  joys. 
And  veiling  truth  in  plausible  disguise, 
Thus,  with  an  air  sincere,  in  fiction  bold. 
His  ready  tale  the  inventive  hero  told  : 

"Oft  have  I  heard  in  Crete  this  island's  name; 


206  THE   ODYS8ET  OP   HOMER. 

For  'twas  from  Crete,  my  native  soil,  I  came, 
Self-banislied  thence.     I  sail'd  before  tlie  wind. 
And  left  my  children  and  my  friends  behind. 
From  fierce  Idomeneus'  revenge  I  flew, 
Whose  son,  the  swift  Orsilochus,  I  slew 
(With  brutal  force  he  seized  my  Trojan  prey. 
Due  to  the  toils  of  many  a  bloody  day). 
Unseen  I  'scaped,  and  favour'd  by  the  night. 
In  a  Phoenician  vessel  took  my  flight. 
For  Pyle  or  Ellis  bound  ;  but  tempests  toss'd 
And  raging  billows  drove  us  on  your  coast. 
In  dead  of  night  an  unknown  port  we  gain'd, 
Spent  with  fatigue,  and  slept  secure  on  land. 
But  ere  the  rosy  morn  renew'd  the  day. 
While  in  the  embrace  of  pleasing  sleep  I  lay, 
Sudden,  invited  by  auspicious  gales. 
They  land  my  goods,  and  hoist  their  flying  sails. 
Abandon'd  here,  my  fortune  I  deplore, 
A  hapless  exile  on  a  foreign  shore. " 

Thus  while  he  spoke,  the  blue-eyed  maid  began 
With  pleasing  smiles  to  view  the  godlike  man  : 
Then  changed  her  form  :  and  now,  divinely  bright, 
Jove's  heavenly  daughter  stood  confess'd  to  sight : 
Like  a  fair  virgin  in  her  beauty's  bloom, 
SkiU'd  in  the  illustrious  labours  of  the  loom. 

"  O  still  the  same  Ulysses  !  (she  rejoin'd,) 
In  useful  craft  successfully  refined  ! 
Artful  in  speech,  in  action,  and  in  mind  ! 
Sufficed  it  not,  that,  thy  long  labours  pass'd. 
Secure  thou  seest  thy  native  shore  at  last  ? 
But  this  to  me  ?  who,  like  thyself,  excel 
In  arts  of  counsel,  and  dissembling  well  ; 
To  me  ?  whose  wit  exceeds  the  powers  divine, 
No  less  than  mortals  are  surpass'd  by  thine. 
Know'st  thou  not  me  ;  who  made  thy  life  my  care, 
Tlirough  ten  years'  wandering,  and  through  ten  years'  war 
Who  taught  thee  arts,  Alcinoiis  to  persuade. 
To  raise  his  wonder,  and  engage  his  aid  ; 
And  now  appear,  thy  treasures  to  protect. 
Conceal  thy  person,  thy  designs  direct. 
And  tell  what  more  thou  must  from  Fate  expect ; 
Domestic  woes  far  heavier  to  be  borne  ? 
The  pride  of  fools,  and  slaves'  insulting  scorn  ? 
But  thou  be  silent,  nor  reveal  thy  state  ; 
Yield  to  the  force  of  unresisted  JFate, 
And  bear  unmoved  the  wrongs  of  base  mankind. 
The  last,  and  hardest,  conquest  of  the  mind>" 


ARRIVAL   OF    ULYSSES    IN    ITHACA.  207 

"Goddess  of  wisdom  !  (Itliacus  replies,) 
He  who  discerns  thee  must  be  truly  wise, 
So  seldom  view'd,  and  ever  in  disguise  ! 
When  the  bold  Argiv«?s  led  their  warring  powers, 
Against  proud  Ilion's  well  defended  towers, 
Ulysses  was  thy  care,  celestial  maid  ! 
Graced  with  thy  sight,  and  favoured  with  thy  aid. 
But  when  the  Trojan  piles  in  ashes  lay. 
And  bound  for  Greece  we  plough'd  the  watery  way  ; 
Our  fleet  dispersed,  and  driven  from  coast  to  coast, 
Thy  sacred  presence  from  that  hour  I  lost ; 
Till  I  beheld  thy  radiant  form  once  more, 
And  heard  thy  counsels  on  Phaeacia's  shore. 
But,  by  the  almighty  author  of  thy  race. 
Tell  me,  oh  tell,  is  this  my  native  place  ? 
For  much  I  fear,  long  tracts  of  land  and  sea 
Divide  this  coast  from  distant  Ithaca  ; 
The  sweet  delusion  kindly  you  impose, 
To  soothe  my  hopes,  and  mitigate  my  woes." 

Thus  he.     The  blue-eyed  goddess  thus  replies  : 
"  How  prone  to  doubt,  how  cautious  are  the  wise  ! 
Who,  versed  in  fortune,  fear  the  flattering  show, 
And  taste  not  half  the  bliss  the  gods  bestow. 
The  more  shall  Pallas  aid  thy  just  desires, 
And  guard  the  wisdom  which  herself  inspires. 
Others  long  absent  from  their  native  place. 
Straight  seek  their  home,  and  fly  with  eager  pace 
To  their  wives'  arms,  and  children's  dear  embrace. 
Not  thus  Ulysses  :  he  decrees  to  prove 
His  subjects  faith,  and  queen's  suspected  love  ; 
Who  mourn'd  her  lord  twice  ten  revolving  years, 
And  wastes  the  days  in  grief,  the  nights  in  tears. 
But  Pallas  knew  (thy  friends  and  navy  lost) 
Once  more  'twas  given  thee  to  behold  thy  coast  : 
Tet  how  could  I  with  adverse  Fate  engage,  "* 

And  mighty  Neptune's  unrelenting  rage  ? 
Now  lift  thy  longing  eyes,  while  I  restore 
The  pleasing  prospect  of  thy  native  shore. 
Behold  the  port  of  Phorcys  1  fenced  around 
With  rocky  mountains,  and  with  olives  crown'd, 
Behold  the  gloomy  grot !  whose  cool  recess 
Delights  the  Nereids  of  the  neighbouring  seas  : 
Whose  now-neglected  altars  in  thy  reign 
Blush'd  with  the  blood  of  sheep  and  oxen  slain. 
Behold  !  where  Neritus  the  clouds  divides. 
And  shakes  the  waving  forests  on  his  sides." 

So  spake  the  goddess  ;  and  the  prospect  clear'd, 


208  THE  ODYSSEY  OF  HOMER. 

The  mists  dispersed,  and  all  the  coast  appeared. 
The  king  with  joy  confess'd  his  place  of  birth. 
And  on  his  knees  salutes  his  mother  earth  : 
Then,  with  his  suppliant  hands  upheld  in  air. 
Thus  to  the  sea-green  sisters  sends  his  prayer : 

"  All  hail  !  ye  virgin  daughters  of  the  main  I 
Ye  streams,  beyond  my  hopes,  beheld  again  I 
To  you  once  more  your  own  Ulysses  bows  ; 
Attend  his  transports,  and  receive  his  vows  1 
If  Jove  prolong  my  days,  and  Pallas  crown 
The  growing  virtues  of  my  youthful  son, 
To  you  shall  rites  divine  be  ever  paid, 
And  grateful  offerings  on  your  altars  laid." 

Thus  then  Minerva  :  "  From  that  anxious  breast 
Dismiss  those  cares,  and  leave  to  heaven  the  rest. 
Our  task  be  now  thy  treasured  stores  to  save. 
Deep  in  the  close  recesses  of  the  cave  ; 
Then  future  means  consult."    She  spoke,  and  trod 
The  shady  grot,  that  brighten'd  with  the  god. 
The  closest  caverns  of  the  grot  she  sought ; 
The  gold,  the  brass,  the  robes,  Ulysses  brought , 
These  in  the  secret  gloom  the  chief  disposed  ; 
The  entrance  with  a  rock  the  goddess  closed. 

Now,  seated  in  the  olive's  sacred  shade. 
Confer  the  hero  and  the  martial  maid. 
The  goddess  of  the  azure  eyes  began  : 
' '  Son  of  Laertes  I  much-experienced  man  I 
The  suitor-train  thy  earliest  care  demand. 
Of  that  luxurious  race  to  rid  the  land  : 
Three  years  thy  house  their  lawless  rule  has  seen. 
And  proud  addresses  to  the  matchless  queen. 
But  she  thy  absence  mourns  from  day  to  day. 
And  inly  bleeds,  and  silent  wastes  away  : 
Elusive  of  the  bridal  hour,  she  gives 
Fond  hopes  to  all,  and  all  with  hopes  deceives." 

To  this  Ulysses  :  "  O  celestial  maid  ! 
Praised  be  thy  counsel,  and  thy  timely  aid : 
Else  had  I  seen  my  native  walls  in  vain, 
Like  great  Atrides,  just  restored  and  slain. 
Vouchsafe  the  means  of  vengeance  to  debate. 
And  plan  with  all  thy  arts  the  scene  of  fate. 
Then,  then  be  present,  and  my  soul  inspire, 
As  when  we  wrapp'd  Troy's  heaven-built  walls  in  fixe. 
Though  leagued  against  mo  hundred  heroes  stand 
Hundreds  shall  fall,  if  Pallas  aid  my  hand." 

She  answer'd  :  "  In  the  dreadful  day  of  figh* 
Know,  I  am  with  thee,  strong  in  all  my  mi^" 


ABRIVAL   OP   tJLTSSES   IN    ITHACA,  200 

If  thou  but  equal  to  thyself  be  found, 

What  gasping  numbers  then  shall  press  the  ground  I 

What  human  victims  stain  the  feastful  floor  ! 

How  wide  the  pavements  float  with  guilty  gore  I 

It  fits  thee  now  to  wear  a  dark  disguise. 

And  secret  walk  unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

For  this,  my  hand  shall  wither  every  grace. 

And  every  elegance  of  form  and  face  ; 

O  er  thy  smooth  skin  a  bark  of  wrinkles  spread, 

Turn  hoar  the  auburn  honours  of  thy  head  : 

Disfigure  every  limb  with  coarse  attire, 

J.nd  in  thy  eyes  extinguish  all  the  fire  ; 

Add  all  the  wants  and  the  decays  of  life  ; 

Estrange  thee  from  thy  own  ;  thy  son,  thy  wife. 

From  the  loathed  object  every  sight  shall  turn. 

And  the  blind  suitors  their  destruction  scorn. 

"  Go  first  the  master  of  thy  herds  to  find, 
True  to  his  charge,  a  loyal  swain  and  kind  : 
For  thee  he  sighs  ;  and  to  the  loyal  heir 
And  chaste  Penelope  extends  his  care. 
At  the  Coracian  rock  he  now  resides, 
Where  Arethusa's  sable  water  glides  ; 
The  sable  water  and  the  copious  mast 
Swell  the  fat  herd  ;  luxuriant,  large  repast ! 
With  him  rest  peaceful  in  the  rural  cell. 
And  all  you  ask  his  faithful  tongue  shall  tell. 
Me  intc  other  realms  my  cares  convey, 
To  Sparta,  still  with  female  beauty  gay  : 
For  know,  to  Sparta  thy  loved  offspring  came, 
To  learn  thy  fortunes  from  the  voice  of  Fame." 

At  this  the  father,  with  a  father's  care  : 
"Must  he  too  suffer?  he,  O  goddess  !  bear 
Of  wanderings  and  of  woes  a  wretched  share? 
Through  the  wild  ocean  plough  the  dangerous  way, 
And  leave  his  fortunes  and  his  house  a  prey  ? 
Why  would'st  not  thou,  0  all-enlighten'd  mind  ! 
Inform  him  certain,  and  protect  him,  kind? " 

To  whom  Minerva  :  "  Be  thy  soul  at  rest  ; 
And  know,  whatever  heaven  ordains  is  best. 
To  fame  I  sent  him,  to  acquire  renown  ; 
To  other  regions  is  his  virtue  known  : 
Secure  he  sits,  near  great  Atrides  placed  ; 
With  friendships  strengthen'd,  and  with  honours  graced, 
But  lo  !  an  ambush  waits  his  passage  o'er  ; 
Fierce  foes  insidious  intercept  the  shore  : 
In  vain  ;  far  sooner  all  the  murderous  brood 
This  injured  land  shall  fatten  with  their  blood." 


^10  THE   ODTSSEY  OF   HO>£fift. 

She  spake,  then  touch'd  him  with  her  powerful  wand 
The  skin  shrunk  up,  and  wither'd  at  her  hand  ; 
A  swift  old  age  o'er  all  his  members  spread  ; 
A  sudden  frost  was  sprinkled  on  his  head  ; 
Nor  longer  in  the  heavy  eye-ball  sliined 
The  glance  divine,  forth-beaming  from  the  mind. 
His  robe,  which  spots  indelible  besmear, 
In  rags  dishonest  flutters  wtth  the  air  : 
A  stag's  torn  hide  is  lapp'd  around  his  reins  ; 
A  rugged  staff  his  trembling  hand  sustains  ; 
And  at  his  side  a  wretched  scrip  was  hung, 
Wide-patch'd,  and  knotted  to  a  twisted  thong. 
So  looked  the  chief,  so  moved  :   to  mortal  eyes 
Object  uncouth  !  a  man  of  miseries  ! 
While  Pallas,  cleaving  the  wild  fields  of  air. 
To  Sparta  flies,  Telemachus  ker  care. 


BOOK  XIV. 

AEGUMENT. 

THB  CONVERSATION  WITH  ETTM^TTS. 

Ulysses  arrives  In  disgnise  at  the  house  of  Eamfeu  s^  where  he  is  received, 
entertained,  and  Iodised  with  the  utmost  hospitahty.  The  several  dis- 
courses of  that  faithful  old  servant,  with  the  feignsd  stor^  told  by 
Ulysses  to  conceal  himself,  and  other  conversations  on  various  aulj- 
jects,  take  up  this  entire  book. 

BxJT  he,  deep-musing,  o'er  the  mountains  stray'd 
Through  mazy  thickets  of  the  woodland  shade. 
And  cavern'd  ways,  the  shaggy  coast  along 
With  cliffs  and  nodding  forests  overhung. 
Eumaeus  at  his  sylvan  lodge  he  sought, 
A  faithful  servant,  and  without  a  fault. 
Ulysses  found  him  busied  as  he  sate 
Before  the  threshold  of  his  rustic  gate  ; 
Around  the  mansion  in  a  circle  shone 
A  rural  portico  of  rugged  stone 

(In  absence  of  his  lord  with  honest  toil  .  r 

His  own  industrious  hands  had  raised  the  pile). 
The  wall  was  stone  from  neighbouring  quarries  borne,    " 
Encircled  with  a  fence  of  native  thorn, 
Ajid  strong  with  pales,  by  many  a  weary  stroke 
Of  stubborn  labour  hewn  from  heart  of  oak  ; 
Frequent  and  thick.    Within  the  space  were  rear'd 
Twelve  ample  cells,  the  lodgments  of  his  herd. 
Full  fifty  pregnant  females  each  contain'd  ; 
The  males  without  (a  smaller  race)  remain'd ; 
Doom'd  to  supply  the  suitors'  wasteful  feast, 
A  stock  by  daily  luxury  decreased  ; 
Now  scarce  four  hundred  left.     These  to  defend. 
Four  savage  dogs,  a  watchful  guard,  attend. 
Here  sat  Eumasus,  and  his  cares  applied 
To  form  strong  buskins  of  well-season'd  hide. 
Of  four  assistants  who  his  labour  share, 
Three  now  were  absent  on  the  rural  care  ; 
The  fourth  drove  victims  to  a  suitor  train  : 
But  he,  of  ancient  faith,  a  simple  swain, 
(211) 


213  THE  ODYSSEY  OP   HOMEB. 

Sigh'd,  while  lie  furnisli'd  the  luxurious  board. 
And  wearied  Heaven  with  wishes  for  his  lord. 

Soon  as  Ulysses  near  the  inclosure  drew, 
With  open  mouths  the  furious  mastiffs  flew  : 
Down  sat  the  sage,  and  cautious  to  withstand. 
Let  fall  the  offensive  truncheon  from  his  hand. 
Sudden,  the  master  runs  ;    aloud  he  calls  ; 
And  from  his  hasty  hand  the  leather  falls  ; 
With  showers  of  stones  he  drives  them  far  away : 
The  scattering  dogs  around  at  distance  bay. 

' '  Unhappy  stranger  !  (thus  the  faithful  swain 
Began  with  accent  gracious  and  humane). 
What  sorrow  had  been  mine,  if  at  my  gate 
Thy  reverend  age  had  met  a  shameful  fate  ! 
Enough  of  woes  already  have  I  known  ; 
Enough  my  master's  sorrows  and  my  own. 
While  here  (ungrateful  task  !)  his  herds  I  feed, 
Ordain'd  for  lawless  rioters  to  bleed  ! 
Perhaps,  supported  at  another's  board  ! 
Far  from  his  country  roams  my  hapless  lord  : 
Or  sigh'd  in  exile  forth  his  latest  breath, 
Now  cover'd  with  the  eternal  shade  of  death  I 

"  But  enter  this  my  homely  mof,  and  see 
Our  woods  not  void  of  hospitality. 
Then  tell  me  whence  thou  art,  and  what  the  share 
Of  woes  and  wanderings  thou  wert  born  to  bear." 

He  said,  and,  seconding  the  kind  request. 
With  friendly  step  precedes  his  unknown  guest. 
A  shaggy  goat's  soft  hide  beneath  him  spread. 
And  with  fresh  rushes  heap'd  an  ample  bed  ; 
Jove  touch'd  the  hero's  tender  soul,  to  find 
So  just  reception  from  a  heart  so  kind  ; 
And  "  Oh,  ye  gods  !   with  all  your  blessings  grace 
(He  thus  broke  forth)  this  friend  of  human  race  I  " 

The  swain  replied  :     "It  never  was  our  guise 
To  slight  the  poor,  or  aught  humane  despise  : 
For  Jove  unfold  our  hospitable  door, 
'Tis  Jove  that  sends  the  stranger  and  the  poor. 
Little,  alas  !  is  all  the  good  I  can  ; 
A  man  oppress'd,  dependent,  yet  a  man : 
Accept  such  treatment  as  a  swain  affords. 
Slave  to  the  insolence  of  youthful  lords  ! 
Far  hence  is  by  unequal  gods  removed 
That  man  of  bounties,  loving  and  beloved  I 
To  whom  whate'er  his  slave  enjoys  is  owed. 
And  more,  had  Fate  allow'd,  had  been  be3tow*d : 
But  Fate  condemu'd  him  to  a  forei£;n  shore  ; 


CONVERSATION    WITH   KUM^US.  213 

Much  have  I  sorrow'd,  but  my  master  more. 
Now  cold  he  lies,  to  death's  embrace  resign'd  : 
Ah,  perish  Helen  1  perish  all  her  kind  I 
For  whose  cursed  cause,  in  Agamemnon's  name, 
He  trod  so  fatally  the  paths  of  fame." 

His  vest  succinct  then  girding  round  his  waist, 
Forth  rush'd  the  swain  with  hospitable  haste. 
Straight  to  the  lodgments  of  his  herd  he  run. 
Where  the  fat  porkers  slept  beneath  the  sun  ; 
Of  two,  his  cutlass  launch'd  the  spouting  blood  ; 
These  quarter'd,  singed,  and  fix'd  on  forks  of  wood, 
All  hasty  on  the  hissing  coals  he  threw  ; 
And  smoking,  back  the  tasteful  viands  drew. 
Broachers  and  all  then  on  the  board  display'd 
The  ready  meal,  before  Ulysses  laid 
With  flour  imbrown'd  ;  next  mingled  wine  yet  new. 
And  luscious  as  the  bees'  nectareous  dew  : 
Then  sate,  companion  of  the  friendly  feast. 
With  open  look  ;  and  thus  bespoke  his  guest  : 
"  Take  with  free  welcome  what  our  hands  prepare, 
Such  food  as  falls  to  simple  servants'  share  ; 
The  best  our  lords  consume  ;  those  thoughtless  peers. 
Rich  without  bounty,  guilty  without  fears. 
Yet  sure  the  gods  their  impious  acts  detest. 
And  honour  justice  and  the  righteous  breast. 
Pirates  and  conquerors  of  harden'd  mind. 
The  foes  of  peace,  and  scourges  of  mankind, 
To  whom  offending  men  are  made  a  prey 
When  Jove  in  vengeance  gives  a  land  away  ; 
E'en  these,  when  of  their  ill-got  spoils  possess'd. 
Find  sure  tormentors  in  the  guilty  breast : 
Some  voice  of  God  close  whispering  from  within, 
'  Wretch  !  this  is  villany,  and  this  is  sin.* 
But  these,  no  doubt,  some  oracle  explore. 
That  tells,  the  great  Ulysses  is  no  more. 
Hence  springs  their  confidence,  and  from  our  sighs 
Their  rapine  strengthens,  and  their  riots  rise  : 
Constant  as  Jove  the  night  and  day  bestows. 

Bleeds  a  whole  hecatomb,  a  vintage  flows.  

None  match'd  this  hero's  wealth,  of  all  who  reign       :  _:.:  -i. 

O'er  the  fair  islands  of  the  neighbouring  main 

Nor  all  the  monarchs  whose  far-dreaded  sway 

The  wide-extended  continents  obey  : 

First,  on  the  main  land,  of  Ulysses'  breed 

Twelve  herds,  twelve  flocks,  on  ocean's  margin  feed; 

As  many  stalls  for  shaggy  goats  are  rear'd  j 

As  many  lodgments  for  the  tusky  herd  j 


214  THE  ODYSSET  OF   HOMER. 

Two  foreign  keepers  guard  :  and  here  are  seen 
Twelve  herds  of  goats  that  graze  our  utmost  green  ; 
To  native  pastors  is  their  charge  assign'd, 
And  mine  the  care  to  feed  the  bristly  kind  : 
Each  day  the  fattest  bleeds  of  either  herd, 
All  to  the  suitors'  wasteful  board  preferr'i" 
Thus  he,  benevolent :  his  unknown  guest 
With  hunger  keen  devours  the  savoury  feast  ; 
While  schemes  of  vengeance  ripen  in  his  breast. 
Silent  and  thoughtful  while  the  board  he  eyed, 
Eumaeus  pours  on  high  the  purple  tide  ; 
The  king  with  smiling  looks  his  joy  express'd, 
And  thus  the  kind  inviting  host  address'd  : 

"  Say  now,  what  man  is  he,  the  man  deplored. 
So  rich,  so  potent,  whom  you  style  your  lord  ? 
Late  with  such  affluence  and  possessions  bless'd. 
And  now  in  honour's  glorious  bed  at  rest. 
Whoever  was  the  warrior,  he  must  be 
To  fame  no  stranger,  nor  perhaps  to  me  ; 
Who  (so  the  gods  and  so  the  Fates  ordain'd) 
Have  wander'd  many  a  sea,  and  many  a  land." 

"  Small  is  the  faith  the  prince  and  queen  ascribe 
(Replied  Eumaeus)  to  the  wandering  tribe. 
For  needy  strangers  still  to  flattery  ily, 
And  want  too  oft  betrays  the  tongue  to  lie. 
Each  vagrant  traveller,  that  touches  here. 
Deludes  with  fallacies  the  royal  ear. 
To  dear  remembrance  maJies  his  image  rise. 
And  calls  the  springing  sorrows  from  her  eyes. 
Siich  thou  mayst  be.     But  he  whose  name  you  craye 
Moulders  in  earth,  or  welters  on  the  wave. 
Or  food  for  fish  or  dogs  his  relics  lie. 
Or  torn  by  birds  are  scatter'd  through  the  sky. 
So  perish'd  he  :  and  left  (for  ever  lost) 
Much  woe  to  all,  but  sure  to  me  the  most. 
So  mild  a  master  never  shall  1  find  ; 
Less  dear  the  parents  whom  I  left  behind. 
Less  soft  my  mother,  less  my  father  kind. 
Not  with  such  transport  would  my  eyes  run  o'er. 
Again  to  hail  them  in  their  native  shore. 
As  loved  Ulysses  once  more  to  embrace, 
Restored  and  breathing  in  his  natal  place. 
That  name  for  ever  dread,  yet  ever  dear, 
E'en  in  his  absence  I  pronounce  with  fear: 
In  my  respect,  he  bears  a  prince's  part  ; 
But  lives  a  very  brother  in  my  heart. " 

Thus  spoke  t^  Mthlul  swain,  anii.  thus  r^dtn'tl 


CONVERSATION   WITH   EUM^US.  ^15 

The  master  of  las  grief,  the  man  of  patient  mind 
"  Ulysses,  friend  !  shall  view  his  old  abodes 
(Distrustful  as  thou  art),  nor  doubt  the  gods. 
Nor  speak  I  rashly,  but  with  faith  averr'd, 
And  what  I  speak  attesting  Heaven  has  heard. 
If  so,  a  cloak  and  vesture  be  my  meed  : 
Till  his  return  no  title  shall  I  plead, 
Though  certain  be  my  news,  and  great  my  need. 
Whom  want  itself  can  force  untruths  to  tell, 
My  soul  detests  him  as  the  gates  of  hell. 

"  Thou  first  be  witness,  hospitable  Jove  I 
And  every  god  inspiring  social  love  ! 
And  witness  every  houselmld  power  that  waitsj 
Guard  of  these  fires,  and  angel  of  these  gates  I 
Ere  the  next  moon  increase,  or  this  decay, 
His  ancient  realms  Ulysses  shall  survey. 
In  blood  and  dust  each  proud  oppressor  mourn, 
And  the  lost  glories  of  his  house  return." 

"  Nor  shall  that  meed  be  thine,  nor  ever  more 
Shall  loved  Ulysses  hail  this  happy  shore. 
(Replied  Eumseus)  :  to  the  present  hour 
Now  turn  thy  thought,  and  joys  within  our  power. 
From  sad  reflection  let  my  soul  repose  ; 
The  name  of  him  awakes  a  thousand  woes. 
But  guard  him,  gods  !  and  to  these  arms  restore 
Not  his  true  consort  can  desire  him  more  ; 
Not  old  Laertes,  broken  with  despair  : 
Not  young  Telemachus,  his  blooming  heir. 
Alas,  Telemachus  !  my  sorrows  flow 
Afresh  for  thee,  my  second  cause  of  woe  ! 
Like  some  fair  plant  set  by  a  heavenly  hand. 
He  grew,  he  flourish' d,  and  he  bless'd  the  land  ; 
In  all  the  youth  his  father's  image  shined, 
Bright  in  his  person,  brighter  in  his  mind. 
What  man,  or  god,  deceived  his  better  sense. 
Far  on  the  swelling  seas  to  wander  hence  ? 
To  distant  Pylos  hapless  is  he  gone. 
To  seek  his  father's  fate  and  find  his  own  ! 
For  traitors  wait  his  way,  with  dire  design 
To  end  at  once  the  great  Arcesian  line. 
But  let  us  leave  him  to  their  wills  above  ; 
The  fates  of  men  are  in  the  hand  of  Jove. 
And  now,  my  venerable  guest  !  declare 
Your  name,  your  parents,  and  your  native  air  ; 
Sincere  from  whence  begun,  your  course  relate. 
And  to  what  ship  I  owe  the  friendly  freight  ?  " 

Thus  he  :  and  thus  (with  prompt  invention  bold) 


216  THE  ODYSSEY  OP   HOMEB. 

The  cautious  chief  his  ready  story  told. 

"  On  dark  reserve  what  better  can  prevail, 
Or  from  the  fluent  tongue  produce  the  tale, 
Than  when  two  friends,  alone,  in  peaceful  place 
Confer,  and  wines  and  cates  the  table  grace  ; 
But  most,  the  kind  inviter's  cheerful  face  ? 
Thus  might  we  sit,  with  social  goblets  crown'd, 
Till  the  whole  circle  of  the  year  goes  round  : 
Not  the  whole  circle  of  the  year  would  close 
My  long  narration  of  a  life  of  woes. 
But  such  was  Heaven's  high  will  !     Know  then,  I  came 
From  sacred  Crete,  and  from  a  sire  of  fame  : 
Castor  Hylacides  (that  name  he  bore), 
Beloved  and  honour'd  in  his  native  shore  ; 
Bless'd  in  his  riches,  in  his  children  more. 
Sprung  of  a  handmaid,  from  a  bought  embrace, 
I  shared  his  kindness  with  his  lawful  race  : 
But  when  that  fate,  which  all  must  undergo. 
From  earth  removed  him  to  the  shades  below, 
The  large  domain  his  greedy  sons  divide. 
And  each  was  portion'd  as  the  lots  decide. 
Little,  alas  !  was  left  my  wretched  share, 
Except  a  house,  a  covert  from  the  air  : 
But  what  by  niggard  fortune  was  denied, 
A  willing  widow's  copious  wealth  supplied. 
My  valour  was  my  plea,  a  gallant  mind. 
That,  true  to  honour,  never  lagg'd  behind 
(The  sex  is  ever  to  a  soldier  kind). 
Now  wasting  years  my  former  strength  confound, 
And  added  woes  have  bow'd  me  to  the  ground  ; 
Yet  by  the  stubble  you  may  guess  the  grain. 
And  mark  the  ruins  of  no  vulgar  man. 
Me,  Pallas  gave  to  lead  the  martial  storm. 
And  the  fair  ranks  of  battle  to  deform  ; 
Me,  Mars  inspired  to  turn  the  foe  to  flight. 
And  tempt  the  secret  ambush  of  the  night. 
Let  ghastly  Death  in  all  his  forms  appear, 
I  saw  him  not,  it  was  not  mine  to  fear. 
Before  the  rest  I  raised  my  ready  steel , 
The  first  I  met,  he  yielded,  or  he  fell. 
But  works  of  peace  my  soul  disdain'd  to  bear, 
The  rural  labour,  or  domestic  care. 
To  raise  the  mast,  the  missile  dart  to  wing. 
And  send  swift  arrows  from  the  bounding  string. 
Were  arts  the  gods  made  grateful  to  my  mind  ; 
Those  gods,  who  turn  (to  various  ends  design'd) 
The  various  thoughts  and  talents  of  mankind. 


CONVERSATION    WITH  EUM/EU8.  217 

Before  the  Grecians  toucli'd  the  Trojan  plain,    . 

Nine  times  commander  or  by  land  or  main. 

In  foreign  fields  I  spread  my  glory  far, 

Great  in  the  praise,  rich  in  the  spoils  of  war  ; 

Thence  charged  with  riches,  as  increased  in  fame, 

To  Crete  return'd,  an  honourable  name, 

But  when  great  Jove  that  direful  war  decreed, 

Which  roused  all  Greece,  and  made  the  mighty  bleed  ; 

Our  states  myself  and  Idomen  employ 

To  lead  their  fleets,  and  carry  death  to  Troy. 

Nine  years  we  warr'd  ;  the  tenth  saw  Ilion  fall ; 

Homeward  we  sail'd,  but  heaven  dispersed  us  all. 

One  only  month  my  wife  enjoyd  my  stay  ; 

So  will'd  the  god  who  gives  and  takes  away. 

Nine  ships  I  mann'd,  equipo'd  with  ready  stores. 

Intent  to  vogage  to  the  Egyptian  shores  ; 

In  feast  and  sacrifice  my  chosen  train 

Six  days  consum'd  ;  the  seventh  we  plough'd  the  main. 

Crete's  ample  fields  diminish  to  our  eye  ; 

Before  the  Boreal  blast  the  vessels  fly  ; 

Safe  through  the  level  seas  we  sweep  our  way  ; 

The  steersman  governs,  and  the  ships  obey. 

The  fifth  fair  morn  we  stem  the  Egyptian  tide. 

And  tilting  o'er  the  bay  the  vessels  ride  : 

To  anchor  there  my  fellows  I  command, 

And  spies  commission  to  explore  the  land. 

But,  sway'd  by  lust  of  gain,  and  headlong  will. 

The  coasts  they  ravage,  and  the  natives  kill. 

The  spreading  clamour  to  their  city  flies, 

And  liorse  and  foot  in  mingled  tumult  rise. 

The  reddening  dawn  reveals  the  circling  fields, 

Horrid  with  bristly  spears,  and  glancing  shields. 

Jove  thunder'd  on  their  side.     Our  guilty  head 

We  turn'd  to  flight  ;  the  gathering  vengeance  spread 

On  all  parts  around,  and  heaps  on  heaps  lie  dead. 

I  then  explored  my  thought,  what  course  to  prove 

(And  sure  the  thought  was  dictated  by  Jove)  : 

Oh,  had  he  left  me  to  that  happier  doom, 

And  saved  a  life  of  miseries  to  come  ! 

The  radiant  helmet  from  my  brows  unlaced, 

And  low  on  earth  my  shield  and  javelin  cast, 

I  meet  the  monarch  with  a  suppliant's  face. 

Approach  his  chariot,  and  his  knees  embrace, 

He  heard,  he  saved,  he  placed  me  at  his  side  ; 

My  state  he  pitied,  and  my  tears  he  dried, 

Restrain'd  the  rage  the  vengeful  foe  express'd, 

And  turn'd  the  deadly  weapons  from  my  breast. 


1518  THE  ODYSSEY  OF  HOMER. 

Pious  I  to  guard  the  hospitable  rite, 

And  fearing  Jove,  whom  mercy's  works  delight. 

"  In  ^gypt  thus  with  peace  and  plenty  bless 'd, 
I  lived  (and  happy  still  have  lived)  a  guest. 
On  seven  bright  years  successive  blessings  wait ; 
The  next  changed  all  the  colour  of  my  fate. 
A  false  Phoenician,  of  insiduous  mind, 
Versed  in  vile  arts,  and  foe  to  humankind. 
With  semblancr  fair  invites  me  to  his  home  ; 
I  seized  the  proffer  (ever  fond  to  roam)  : 
Domestic  in  his  faitliless  roof  I  stay'd. 
Till  the  swift  sun  his  annual  circle  made. 
To  Libya  then  he  medidates  the  way  ; 
With  guileful  art  a  stranger  to  betray, 
And  sell  to  bondage  in  a  foreign  land  : 
Much  doubting,  yet  compell'd  I  quit  the  strand. 
Through  the  mid  seas  the  nimble  pinnace  sails. 
Aloof  from  Crete,  before  the  northern  gales  : 
But  when  remote  her  chalky  chfEs  we  lost. 
And  far  from  ken  of  any  other  coast. 
When  all  was  wild  expanse  of  sea  and  air. 
Then  doom'd  high  Jove  due  .vengeance  to  prepare. 
He  hung  a  night  of  horrors  o'er  their  head 
(The  shaded  ocean  blacken'd  as  it  spread) : 
He  launched  the  fiery  bolt  :  from  pole  to  pole 
Broad  burst  the  lightnings,  deep  the  thunders  roll  ; 
In  giddy  rounds  the  whirling  ship  is  toss'd, 
And  all  in  clouds  of  smothering  sulphur  lost. 
As  from  a  hanging  rock's  tremendous  height. 
The  sable  crows  with  intercepted  flight 
Drop  endlong  ;  scarr'd,  and  black  with  sulphurous  hue. 
So  from  the  deck  are  hurl'd  the  ghastly  crew. 
Such  end  the  wicked  found  !  but  Jove's  intent 
Was  yet  to  save  the  oppress'd  and  innocent. 
Placed  on  the  mast  (the  last  resource  of  life) 
With  winds  and  waves  I  held  unequal  strife  : 
For  nine  long  days  the  billows  tilting  o'er. 
The  tenth  soft  wafts  me  to  Thesprotia's  shore. 
The  monarch's  son  a  shipwreck'd  wretch  relieved. 
The  sire  with  hospitable  rites  received. 
And  in  his  palace  like  a  brother  placed,    ' 
With  gifts  of  price  and  gorgeous  garments  graced 
While  here  I  sojourn'd,  oft  I  heard  the  fame 
How  late  Ulysses  to  the  country  came. 
How  loved,  how  honour'd,  in  this  court  he  stay'd, 
And  here  his  whole  collected  treasure  laid  j 
I  s£iw  myself  the  vast  unnumber'd  store 


CONVERSATiON   WITH  EXMJEVB.  219 

Of  steel  elaborate,  and  refulgent  ore. 

And  brass  higb  heap'd  amidst  the  regal  dome  ; 

Immense  supplies  for  ages  yet  to  come  I 

Meantime  he  voyaged  to  explore  the  will 

Of  Jove,  on  high  Dodona's  holy  hill, 

What  means  might  best  his  safe  return  avail, 

To  come  in  pomp,  or  bear  a  secret  sail  ? 

Full  oft  has  Phidon,  whilst  he  pour'd  the  wine. 

Attesting  solemn  all  the  powers  divine, 

That  soon  Ulysses  would  return,  declared 

The  sailors  waiting,  and  the  ships  prepared. 

But  first  the  king  dismiss'd  me  from  his  shores, 

For  fair  Dulichium  crown'd  with  fruitful  stores  ; 

To  good  Acastus'  friendly  care  consign 'd  : 

But  other  counsels  pleased  the  sailors'  mind  : 

New  frauds  were  plotted  by  the  faithless  train, 

And  misery  demands  me  once  again. 

Soon  as  remote  from  shore  they  plough  the  wave, 

With  ready  hands  they  rush  to  seize  their  slave  ; 

Then  with  these  tatter'd  rags  they  wrapp'd  me  round 

(Stripp'd  of  my  own),  and  to  the  vessel  bound. 

At  eve,  at  Ithaca's  delightful  land 

The  ship  arriv'd  :  forth  issuing  on  the  sand, 

They  sought  repast  ;  while  to  the  unhappy  kind, 

The  pitying  gods  themselves  my  chains  unbind. 

Soft  I  descended,  to  the  sea  applied 

My  naked  breast,  and  shot  along  the  tide. 

Soon  pass'd  beyond  their  sight,  1  left  the  flood. 

And  took  the  spreading  shelter  of  the  wood. 

Their  prize  escaped  the  faithless  pirates  mourn'd  ; 

But  deem'd  inquiry  vain,  and  to  tlieir  ships  return'd. 

Screen'd  by  protecting  gods  from  hostile  eyes, 

They  led  me  to  a  good  man  and  a  wise. 

To  live  beneath  thy  hospitable  care, 

And  wait  the  woes  Heaven  dooms  me  yet  to  bear." 

"  Unhappy  guest !  whose  sorrows  touch  my  mind  ! 
(Thus  good  Eumseus  with  a  sigh  rejoin'd,) 
For  real  sufferings  since  I  grieve  sincere. 
Check  not  with  fallacies  the  springing  tear  : 
Nor  turn  the  passion  into  groundless  joy 
For  him  whom  Heaven  has  destined  to  destroy. 
Oh  1  had  he  perish'd  on  some  well-fought  day. 
Or  in  his  friend's  embraces  died  away  1 
That  grateful  Greece  with  streaming  eyes  might  raise 
Historic  marbles  to  record  his  prais"  • 
His  praise,  eternal  on  the  faithful  stone, 
Bad  with  transmissive  honours  graced  his  son. 


35SO  '  THE  ODYSSEY  OP  HOAIER. 

Now,  snatcli'd  by  harpies  to  the  dreary  coast. 

Sunk  is  the  hero,  and  his  glory  lost  1 

While  pensive  in  this  solitary  den, 

Far  from  gay  cities  and  the  ways  of  men, 

I  linger  life  ;  nor  to  the  court  repair. 

But  when  my  constant  queen  commands  my  care ; 

Or  when,  to  taste  her  hospitable  board, 

Some  guest  arrives,  with  rumours  of  her  lord  ; 

And  these  indulge  their  want,  and  those  their  woe. 

And  here  the  tears  and  there  the  goblets  flow. 

By  many  such  have  I  been  warn'd  ;  but  chief 

By  one  .Etolian  robb'd  of  all  belief. 

Whose  hap  it  was  to  this  our  roof  to  roam, 

For  murder  banish'd  foom  his  native  home. 

He  swore,  Ulysses  on  the  coast  of  Crete 

Stay'd  but  a  season  to  refit  his  fleet ; 

A  few  revolving  months  should  waft  him  o'er. 

Fraught  with  bold  warriors,  and  a  boundless  store 

0  thou  !  whom  age  has  taught  to  understand. 
And  Heaven  has  guided  with  a  favouring  hand  1 
On  god  or  mortal  to  obtrude  a  lie 

Forbear,  and  dread  to  flatter  as  to  die. 

Nor  for  such  ends  my  house  and  heart  are  free, 

But  dear  respect  to  Jove,  and  charity." 

"  And  why,  0  swain  of  unbelieving  mind  ! 
(Thus  quick  replied  the  wisest  of  mankind) 
Doubt  you  my  oath  ?  yet  more  my  faith  to  try, 
A  solemn  compact  let  us  ratify, 
And  witness  every  power  that  rules  the  sky  ! 
If  here  Ulysses  from  his  labours  rest, 
Be  then  my  prize  a  tunic  and  a  vest ; 
And  where  my  hopes  invite  me,  straight  transport 
In  safety  to  Dulichium's  friendly  court. 
But  if  he  greets  not  thy  desiring  eye. 
Hurl  me  from  yon  dread  precipice  on  high  ; 
The  due  reward  of  fraud  and  perjury." 

"  Doubtless,  O  guest !  great  laud  and  praise  were  mine 
(Replied  the  swain,  for  spotless  faith  divine). 
If  after  social  rites  and  gifts  bestow'd, 

1  stain'd  my  hospitable  hearth  with  blood. 
How  would  the  gods  my  righteous  toils  succeed. 
And  bless  the  hand  that  made  a  stranger  bleed  ? 
No  more — the  approaching  hours  of  silent  night 
First  claim  refection,  then  to  rest  invite  ; 
Beneath  our  humble  cottage  let  us  haste. 

And  here,  unenvied,  rural  dainties  taste." 
Thus  communed  these  ;  while  in  tijeir  lowly  dom* 


CONVEBBATION   WITH   EUMiEUS.  291 

The  full-fed  swine  return'd  with  evening  home ; 
Compell'd,  reluctant,  to  their  several  sties, 
With  din  obstreperous,  and  ungrateful  cries. 
Then  to  the  slaves  :  ' '  Now  from  the  herd  the  best 
Select  in  honour  of  our  foreign  guest  : 
With  him  let  us  the  genial  banquet  share, 
For  great  and  many  are  the  griefs  we  bear  ; 
While  those  who  from  our  labours  heap  their  boar^i 
Blaspheme  their  feeder,  and  forget  their  lord." 

Thus  speaking,  with  despatchf  ui  hand  he  took 
A  weighty  axe,  and  cleft  the  solid  oak  ; 
This  on  the  earth  he  piled  ;  a  boar  full  fed, 
Of  five  years'  age,  before  the  pile  was  led  : 
The  swain,  whom  acts  of  piety  delight, 
Observant  of  the  gods,  begins  the  rite  ; 
First  shears  the  forehead  of  the  bristly  boar, 
And  suppliant  stands,  invoking  every  power 
To  speed  Ulysses  to  his  native  shore. 
A  knotty  stake  then  aiming  at  his  head, 
Down  dropped  he  groaning,  and  the  spirit  fled. 
The  scorching  flames  climb  round  on  every  side ; 
Then  the  singed  members  they  with  skill  divide ', 
On  these,  in  rolls  of  fat  involved  with  art. 
The  choicest  morsels  lay  from  every  part. 
Some  in  the  flames  bestrew'd  with  flour  they  threw; 
Some  cut  in  fragments  from  the  forks  they  drew  : 
These  while  on  several  tables  they  dispose, 
A  priest  himself  the  blameless  rustic  rose  ; 
Expert  the  destined  victim  to  dispart 
In  seven  just  portions,  pure  of  hand  and  heart. 
One  sacred  to  the  nymphs  apart  they  lay  ; 
Another  to  the  winged  sons  of  May  ; 
The  rural  tribe  in  common  share  the  rest, 
The  king  the  chine,  the  honour  of  the  feast. 
Who  sate  delighted  at  his  servant's  board  ; 
The  faithful  servant  joy'd  his  unknown  lord. 
"Oh  be  thou  dear  (Ulysses  cried)  to  Jove, 
As  well  thou  claim'st  a  grateful  stranger's  love  ! " 

' '  Be  then  thy  thanks  (the  bounteous  swain  replied) 
Enjoyment  of  the  good  the  gods  provide. 
From  God's  own  hand  descend  our  joys  and  woes  ; 
These  he  decrees,  and  he  but  suffers  those : 
All  power  is  his,  and  whatsoe'er  he  wills. 
The  will  itself,  omnipotent,  fulfils." 
This  said,  the  first-fruits  to  the  gods  he  gave  ; 
Then  pour'd  of  offer'd  wine  the  sable  wave  : 
In  great  Ulysses'  hand  he  placed  the  bowl. 


29d  TrE  ODYSSEY  OF   HOMEft. 

He  sate,  and  sweet  refection  cheer'd  his  soul. 
The  bread  from  canisters  Mesaulius  gave 
(Eumaeus'  proper  treasure  bought  this  slave, 
And  led  from  Taphos,  to  attend  his  board, 
A  servant  add  ad  to  his  absent  .lord) ; 
His  task  it  was  the  wheaten  loaves  to  lay. 
And  from  the  banquet  take  the  bowls  away. 
And  now  the  rage  of  hunger  was  repress'd, 
And  each  betakes  him  to  his  couch  to  rest. 

Now  came  the  night,  and  darkness  cover'd  o'er 
The  face  of  things  ;  the  winds  began  to  roar  ; 
The  driving  storm  the  watery  west-wind  pours. 
And  Jove  descends  in  deluges  of  showers. 
Studious  of  rest  and  warmth,  Ulysses  lies, 
Foreseeing  from  the  first  the  storm  would  rise  ■ 
In  mere  necessity  of  coat  and  cloak. 
With  artful  preface  to  his  host  he  spoke  : 
"  Hear  me,  my  friends  !  who  this  good  banquet  jrace  ; 
'Tis  sweet  to  play  the  fool  in  time  and  pla^-; , 
And  wine  can  of  their  wits  the  wise  beguile, 
Make  the  sage  frolic,  and  the  serious  smile, 
The  grave  in  merry  measures  frisk  about, 
And  many  a  long- repented  word  bring  out. 
Since  to  be  talkative  I  now  comnience. 
Let  wit  cast  off  the  sullen  yoke  of  sense. 
Once  I  was  strong  (would  Heaven  restore  those  days  !) 
And' with  my  betters  claim'd  a  share  of  praise. 
Ulysses,  Menelaiis,  led  forth  a  band. 
And  join'd  me  with  them  ('twas  their  own  cou  'nand) ; 
A  deathful  ambush  for  the  foe  to  lay, 
Beneath  Troy  walls  by  night  we  took  our  way  : 
There,  clad  in  arms,  along  the  marshes  spread, 
We  made  the  osier- fringed  bank  our  bed. 
Full  soon  the  inclemency  of  heaven  I  feel. 
Nor  had  these  shoulders  covering,  but  of  steel. 
Sharp  blew  the  north  ;  snow  whitening  all  the  fields 
Froze  with  the  blast,  and  gathering  glazed  our  shields. 
There  all  but  I,  well  fenced  with  cloak  and  vest, 
Lay  cover'd  by  their  ample  shields  at  rest. 
Fool  that  I  was  !  I  left  behind  my  own. 
The  skill  of  weather  and  of  winds  unknown. 
And  trusted  to  my  coat  and  shield  alone  ! 
When  now  was  wasted  more  than  half  the  night. 
And  the  stars  faded  at  approaching  light, 
Sudden  I  jogg'd  Ulysses,  who  was  laid 
Fast  by  my  side,  and  shivering  thus  I  said  : 

"  '  Here  longer  in  this  field  I  canuct  lie  j 


CONVERSATION  WITH   EUMiEUS,  233 

The  winter  pinches,  and  with  cold  I  die. 
And  die  ashamed  (O  wisest  of  mankind). 
The  onlv  fool  who  left  his  cloak  behind.' 

"  He  thought  and  answer'd  :  hardly  waking  yet. 
Sprung  in  his  mind  a  momentary  wit 
(That  wit,  which  or  in  council  or  in  fight, 
Still  met  the  emergence,  and  determined  right). 
'  Hush  thee  (he  cried,  soft  whispering  in  my  ear). 
Speak  not  a  word,  lest  any  Greek  may  hear'  — 
And  then  (supporting  on  his  arm  his  head), 
'  Hear  me,  companions  !  (thus  aloud  he  said  : ) 
Methinks  too  distant  from  the  fleet  we  lie  : 
E'en  now  a  vision  stood  before  my  eye. 
And  sure  the  warning  vision  was  from  high  : 
Let  from  among  us  some  swift  courier  rise, 
Haste  to  the  general,  and  demand  supplies.' 

' '  Up  started  Thoas  straight,  Andraemon's  son, 
N^imbly  he  rose,  and  cast  his  garment  down  ! 
Instant,  the  racer  vanish'd  off  the  ground  ; 
That  instant  in  his  cloak  I  wrapp'd  me  round  : 
And  safe  I  slept,  till  brightly-dawning  shone 
The  morn  conspicuous  on  her  golden  throne. 

"  Oh  were  my  strength  as  then,  as  then  my  age  ! 
Some  friend  would  fence  me  from  the  winter's  rage. 
Yet,  tatter'd  as  1  look,  I  challenged  then 
The  honours  and  the  offices  of  men  : 
Some  master,  or  some  servant  would  allow 
A  cloak  and  vest — but  I  am  nothing  now  !  " 

"  Well  hast  thou  spoke  (rejoin'd  the  attentive  swain) :     < 
Thy  lips  let  fall  no  idle  word  or  vain  ! 
Nor  garment  shalt  thou  want,  nor  aught  beside, 
Meet  for  the  wandering  suppliant  to  provide. 
But  in  the  morning  take  thy  clothes  again, 
For  here  one  vest  suffices  every  swain  : 
No  change  of  garments  to  our  hinds  is  known ; 
But  when  return  d,  the  good  Ulysses'  son 
AVith  better  hand  shall  grace  with  fit  attires 
His  guest,  and  send  thee  where  thy  soul  desires." 

The  honest  herdsman  rose,  as  this  he  said, 
And  drew  before  the  hearth  the  stranger's  bed  ; 
The  fleecy  spoils  of  sheep,  a  goat's  rough  lade 
He  spreads  ;  and  adds  a  mantle  thick  and  wide  ; 
With  store  to  heap  above  him,  and  below, 
And  guard  each  quarter  as  the  tempests  blow. 
There  lay  the  king,  and  all  the  rest  supine  ; 
All,  but  the  careful  master  of  the  swine  : 
Forth  hasted  he  to  tend  his  bristly  car«  ; 


224  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Well  arm'd,  and  fenced  against  nocturnal  air  : 

His  weighty  falchion  o'er  his  shoulder  tied  : 

His  shaggy  cloak  a  mountain  goat  supplied  : 

With  his  broad  spear  the  dread  of  dogs  and  men, 

He  seeks  his  lodging  in  the  rocky  den. 

There  to  the  tusky  herd  he  bends  his  way, 

Where,  screen'd  from  Boreas,  high  o'erarch'd  they  lay 


BOOK  XV. 

ARGUMENT. 
THE  RETimN  OF  TELEItfACHTTS. 

The  goddess  Minerva  commands  Telemachus  in  a  vision  to  return  to 
Ithaca.  Pisistratus  and  he  take  leave  of  Menelatls,  and  arrive  at  Py- 
los,  where  they  part :  and  Telemachus  sets  sail,  after  having  received 
on  board  Theoclymenus  tne  soothsayer.  The  scene  then  changes  to  the 
cottage  of  Bumaeus,  who  entertains  Ulysses  with  a  recital  of  his  ad- 
ventures. In  the  meantime  Telemachus  arrives  on  the  coast,  and 
sending  the  vessel  to  the  town,  proceeds  by  himself  to  the  lodge  of 
Eumaeus. 

Now  had  Minerva  reach'd  those  ample  plains, 
Famed  for  the  dance,  where  Menelaiis  reigns  : 
Anxious  she  flies  to  great  Ulysses'  heir, 
His  instant  voyage  challenged  all  her  care. 
Beneath  the  royal  portico  display'd. 
With  Nestor's  son  Telemachus  was  laid  : 
In  sleep  profound  the  son  of  Nestor  lies  ; 
Not  thine,  Ulysses  !     Care  unseal'd  his  eyes  : 
Restless  he  grieved,  with  various  fears  oppress'd. 
And  all  thy  fortunes  roU'd  within  his  breast. 
When,  "O  Telemachus  !  (the  goddess  said) 
Too  long  in  vain,  too  widely  hast  thou  stray'd, 
Thus  leaving  careless  thy  paternal  right 
The  robbers'  prize,  the  prey  to  lawless  might. 
On  fond  pursuits  neglectful  while  you  roam. 
E'en  now  the  hand  of  rapine  sacks  the  dome. 
Hence  to  Atrides  ;  and  his  leave  implore 
To  launch  thy  v.'ssel  for  thy  natal  shore  ; 
Fly,  whilst  thy  mother  virtuous  yet  withstands 
Her  kindred's  wishes,  and  her  sire's  commands  , 
Through  both,  Eurymachus  pursues  the  dame, 
And  with  the  noblest  gifts  asserts  his  claim. 
Hence,  therefore,  while  thy  stores  thy  own  remain; 
Thou  know'st  the  practice  of  the  female  train, 
Lost  in  the  children  of  the  present  spouse, 
They  slight  the  pledges  of  their  former  vows  : 
Their  love  is  always  with  the  lover  past ; 
Still  the  succeeding  flame  expels  the  last 
(  235  ) 


226  THE  ODYSSEY  OF  HOMER. 

Let  o'er  thy  house  some  chosen  maid  preside. 

Till  Heaven  decrees  to  bless  thee  in  a  bride. 

But  now  thy  more  attentive  ears  incline, 

Observe  the  warnin,i»s  of  a  power  divine  ; 

For  thee  their  snares  the  suitor  lords  shall  lay 

In  Samos'  sands,  or  straits  of  Ithaca  ; 

To  seize  thy  life  shall  lurk  the  murderous  band. 

Ere  yet  thy  footsteps  press  thy  native  land. 

No  ! — sooner  far  their  riot  and  their  lust 

All-covering  earth  shall  bury  deep  in  dust  ! 

Then  distant  from  the  scatter'd  islands  steer. 

Nor  let  the  night  retard  thy  full  career  ; 

Thy  heavenly  guardian'  shall  instruct  the  gales 

To  smooth  thy  passage  and  supply  thy  sails  : 

And  when  at  Ithaca  thy  labour  ends, 

Send  to  the  town  the  vessel  with  thy  friends  ; 

But  seek  thou  first  the  master  of  the  swine 

(For  still  to  thee  his  loyal  thoughts  incline)  ; 

There  pass  the  nigl.t  :  while  he  his  course  pursues 

To  bring  Penelope  the  wishVl-for  news, 

That  thou,  safe  sailing  from  the  Pylian  strand, 

Art  come  to  bless  her  in  thy  native  land." 

Thus  spoke  tlie  goddess,  and  resumed  her  flight 

To  the  pure  regions  of  eternal  light, 

Meanwhile  Pisistratus  he  gently  shakes. 

And  with  these  words  the  slumbering  youth  awakes  : 

"  Rise,  son  of  Nestor  ;  for  the  road  prepare. 
And  join  the  harness'd  coursers  to  the  car." 

"  What  cause  (h"  cried)  can  justify  our  flight 
To  tempt  th'j  dangers  of  forbidding  night  ? 
Here  wait  we  rather,  till  approaching  da; 
Shall  prompt  our  speed,  and  point  the  ready  way. 
Nor  think  of  flight  before  the  Spartan  king 
Shall  bid  farewell,  and  bounteous  presents  bring; 
Gifts,  which  to  distant  ages  safely  stcrtd. 
The  sacred  act  of  friendship  shall  record." 

Thus  he.     But  when  the  dawn  bestreak'd  the  east. 
The  king  from  Helen  rose,  and  sought  his  guest. 
A»  soon  as  his  aoproach  the  hero  knew. 
The  splendid  mant;le  round  him  first  he  threw, 
Then  o'er  his  ample  shoulders  whirl'd  the  cloak. 
Respectful  met  the  monarch,  and  bespoke  : 

"Hail,  great  Atrides.  favour'd  of  high  Jove  ! 
Let  not  thy  friends  in  vain  for  licence  move. 
Swift  let  us  measure  back  the  watery  way, 
Nor  check  our  speed,  impatient  of  delay." 

' '  If  with  desire  so  strong  thy  bosom  glows. 


RETURN   OF  TELEMACHtJS.  887 

in  (said  tlie  king)  should  I  thy  wish  oppose  ; 
For  oft  in  others  freely  I  reprove 
Tlie  ill-timed  efforts  of  oflBcious  love  ; 
Who  love  too  much,  hate  in  the  like  extreme, 
And  both  the  golden  mean  alike  condemn. 
Alike  he  thwarts  the  hospitable  end, 
Who  drives  the  free,  ur  stays  the  hasty  friend  : 
True  friendship'?  lav/s  are  by  this  rule  express'd. 
Welcome  thu  comiL.g,  speed  the  parting  guest. 
Yet,  sti.y,  my  friends,  and  in  your  chariot  take 
The  nobkst  presents  that  our  love  can  make  ; 
Meantime  commit  wo  to  our  women's  care 
Some  choice  domestic  viands  to  prepare  ; 
The  traveller,  rising  from  the  banquet  gay. 
Eludes  the  labours  of  the  tedious  way. 
Then  if  a  widjr  courst  shall  rather  please. 
Through  spacious  Argos  and  the  realms  of  Greece^ 
Atrides  in  his  chariot  shall  attend  ; 
Himself  thy  convoy  to  each  royal  friend. 
No  prince  will  let  Ulysses'  heir  remove 
Without  some  pledge,  some  monument  of  love : 
These  will  the  caldron,  these  the  tripod  give  ; 
From  those  the  well-pair'd  mules  we  shall  receive, 
Or  bowl  embosc'd  whose  golden  figures  live." 

To  whom  the  youth,  for  prudenc<-  famed,  replied 
"O  monarch,  care  Oi  heaven  !  thy  people's  pride  I 
No  friend  in  Ithaca  my  place  supplies, 
No  powerful  hands  are  there,  no  watchful  eyes  : 
My  stores  exposed  ana  fenceless  house  demand 
The  speediest  sucjour  from  my  guardian  hand  ; 
Lest,  in  a  search  too  anxious  and  too  vain. 
Of  one  lost   oy,  I  lose  what  yet  remain." 

His  purpose  when  the  generous  warrior  heard. 
He  charged  the  household  cates  to  be  prepared. 
Now  with  the  dawn,  from  his  adjoining  home. 
Was  Boethcedes  Eteoneus  come  ; 
Swift  at  the  word  he  forms  tlie  rising  blaze, 
And  o'er  the  coals  the  smoking  fragments  lays. 
Meantime  the  king,  his  son,  and  Helen  went 
Where  the  ricL  wardrobe  breathed  a  costly  scent"; 
The  king  selected  from  tho  glittering  rows 
A  bowl ;  the  prince  a  silver  beaker  chose. 
The  beauteous  queen  revolvi  J  with  careful  eye* 
Her  various  textures  of  unnumber'd  dyes. 
And  chose  the  largest ;  with  no  vulgar  art 
Her  own  fair  hands  embroider'd  every  part ; 
Beneath  the  rest  it  lay  divinely  bright. 


228  THE   ODYSSEY  OP  HOMEK. 

Like  radiant  Hesper  o'er  the  gems  of  night, 

Then  with  eacli  gift  tliey  hasten'd  to  tlieir  guest. 

And  tlius  the  king  Ulysses'  heir  address'd  : 

"  Since  fix'd  are  thy  resolves,  may  thundering  Jove 

With  happiest  omens  thy  desires  approve  ! 

This  silver  bowl,  whose  costly  margins  shine 

Enchased  with  gold,  this  valued  gift  be  thine  ; 

To  me  this  present,  of  Vulcanian  frame. 

From  5 idon's  hospitable  monarch  came  ; 

To  thee  we  now  consign  the  precious  load. 

The  pride  of  kings,  and  labour  of  a  god." 

Then  gave  the  cup,  while  Megapenthe  brought 
The  silver  vase  with  living  sculpture  wrought. 
The  beauteous  queen,  advancing  next,  display 'd 
The  shining  veil,  and  thus  endearing  said  : 

"  Accept,  dear  youth,  this  monument  of  love, 
Long  since,  in  better  days,  by  Helen  wove  : 
Safe  in  thy  mother's  cai  e  the  vesture  lay, 
To  deck  thy  bride  and  grace  thy  nuptial  day. 
Meantime  may'st  thou  with  happiest  speed  regain 
Thy  stately  palace,  and  thy  wide  domain." 

She  said,  and  gave  the  veil  ;  with  grateful  look 
The  prince  the  variegated  present  took. 
And  now,  when  through  the  royal  dome  they  pass'd. 
High  on  a  throne  the  king  each  stranger  placed. 
A  golden  ewer  the  attendant  damsel  brings. 
Replete  with  water  from  the  crystal  springs  ; 
With  copious  streams  the  shining  vase  supplies 
A  silver  laver  of  capacious  size. 
They  wash.     The  tables  in  fair  order  spread, 
The  glittering  canisters  are  croAvn'd  with  bread  ; 
Viands  of  various  kinds  allure  the  taste. 
Of  choicest  sort  and  savour  ;  rich  repast ! 
Whilst  Eteoneus  portions  out  the  shares 
Atrides'  son  the  purple  draught  prepares. 
And  now  (each  sated  with  the  genial  feast. 
And  the  short  rage  of  thirst  and  hunger  ceased) 
Ulysses'  son,  with  his  illustrious  friend. 
The  horses  join,  the  polish'd  car  ascend, 
Along  the  court  the  fiery  steeds  rebound. 
And  the  wide  portal  echoes  to  the  sound. 
The  king  precedes  ;  a  bowl  with  f r  grant  wine 
(Libation  destined  to  the  powers  divine) 
His  right  hand  held  :  before  the  steed  he  stands, 
Then,  mix'd  with  prayers,  he  utters  these  commands  : 

"Farewell,  and  prosper,  youths  !  let  Nestor  know 
What  grateful  thoughts  still  in  this  bosom  glow, 


RBTTJBN   OF  TELEMACHUS.  M9 

For  all  the  proofs  of  his  paternal  care, 
Through  the  long  dangers  of  the  ten  years'  war. " 
"  Ah  !  doubt  not  our  report  (the  prince  rejoin'd) 
Of  all  the  virtues  of  thy  generous  mind. 
And  oh  !  return'd  might  we  Ulysses  in  i-t  ! 
To  him  thy  presents  show,  thy  words  '"peat : 
How  will  each  speech  his  grateful  won<'er  raise  ! 
How  will  each  gift  indulge  us  in  thy  nr.iise  !" 

Scarce  ended  thus  the  prince,  when  on  the  right 
Advanced  the  bird  of  Jove  :  auspicious  sight  1 
A  milk-white  fowl  his  clinching  talons  bore. 
With  care  domestic  pampered  at  the  floor. 
Peasants  in  vain  with  threatening  cries  pursue, 
In  solem  speed  the  bird  majestic  flew 
Full  dexter  to  the  car  ;  the  prosperous  sight 
Fill'd  every  breast  with  wonder  and  delight. 

But  Nestor's  son  the  cheerful  silence  broke. 
And  in  these  words  the  Spartan  chief  bespoke  : 
"  Say  if  to  us  the  gods  these  omens  send, 
Or  fates  peculiar  to  thyself  portend  ?  " 

Whilst  yet  the  monarch  paused,  with  doubts  oppress'd 
The  beauteous  queen  relieved  his  labouring  breast  : 
"  Hear  me  (she  cried),  to  whom  the  gods  have  given 
To  read  this  sign,  and  mystic  sense  of  heaven. 
As  thus  the  plumy  sovereign  of  the  air 
Left  on  the  mountain's  brow  his  callow  care. 
And  wander'd  through  the  wide  ethereal  way 
To  pour  his  wrath  on  yon  luxurious  prey  ; 
So  shall  thy  godlike  father,  toss'd  in  vain 
Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  boundless  main, 
Arrive  (or  if  perchance  already  come) 
From  slaughter'd  gluttons  to  release  the  dome." 

"Oh  !  if  this  promised  bliss  by  thundering  Jove 
(The  prince  replied)  stand  fix'd  in  fate  above  ; 
To  thee,  as  to  some  god,  I'll  temples  raise. 
And  crown  thy  altars  with  the  costly  blaze." 

He  said  ;  and  bending  o'er  his  chariot,  flung 
Athwart  the  fiery  steeds  the  smarting  thong  ; 
The  bounding  shafts  upon  the  harness  play. 
Till  night  descending  intercepts  the  way. 
To  Diodes  at  Pherae  they  repair, 
Whose  boasted  sire  was  sacred  Alpheus'  heir  ; 
With  him  all  night  the  youthful  stranger  stay'd. 
Nor  found  the  hospitable  rites  unpaid. 
But  soon  as  morning  from  her  orient  bed 
Had  tinged  the  mountains  with  her  earliest  red. 
They  join'd  the  steeds,  and  on  the  chariot  sprung, 


230^  THE  ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER, 

The  brazen  porta]  s  in  tlieir  passage  rung. 

To  Pylos  soon  they  came  ;  when  thus  begun 
To  Nestor's  heir  Ulysses'  godlike  son  : 

"  Let  not  Pisistratus  in  vain  be  press'd. 
Nor  unconsenting  hear  his  friend's  request ; 
His  friend  by  long  hereditary  claim, 
In  toils  his  equal,  and  in  years  the  same. 
No  farther  from  our  vessel,  I  implore, 
The  courses  drive  ;  but  lash  them  to  the  shore. 
Too  long  thy  father  would  his  friend  detain  ; 
I  dread  his  profEer'd  kindness  urged  in  vain." 

The  hero  paused,  and  ponder'd  this  request, 
While  love  and  duty  warr'd  within  his  breast. 
At  length  resolved,  he  turn'd  his  ready  hand, 
And  lash'd  his  panting  coursers  to  the  strand. 
There,  while  within  tlie  ])oop  with  care  he  storecl 
The  regal  presents  of  the  Spartan  lord, 
' '  With  speed  begone  (said  he) ;  call  every  mate. 
Ere  yet  to  Nestor  I  the  tale  relate  : 
'Tis  true,  the  fervour  of  his  generous  heart 
Brooks  no  repulse,  nor  couldst  thou  soon  depart; 
Himself  will  seek  thee  here,  nor  wilt  thou  find, 
In  words  alone,  the  Pylian  monarch  kind. 
But  when,  arrived,  he  thy  return  shall  know 
How  will  his  breast  with  honest  fury  glow  !  " 
This  said,  the  sounding  strokes  his  horses  fire. 
And  soon  he  reached  the  palace  of  his  sire. 

"  Now  (cried  Telemachus)  with  speedy  care 
Hoist  every  sail,  and  every  oar  prepare." 
Swift  as  the  word  his  willing  mates  obey, 
And  seize  their  seats,  impatient  for  the  sea. 

Meantime  the  prince  with  sacrifice  adores 
Minerva,  and  her  guardian  aid  implores  ; 
When  lo  !  a  wretch  ran  breathless  to  the  shore, 
New  from  his  crime  ;  and  reeking  yet  with  gore. 
A  seer  he  was,  from  great  great  Melampus  sprung, 
Melampus,  who  in  Pylos  flourish'd  long. 
Till,  urged  by  wrongs,  a  foreign  realm  he  chose, 
Far  from  the  hateful  cause  of  all  his  woes. 
Neleus  his  treasures  one  long  year  detains  , 
As  long  he  groan'd  in  Philacus'  chains  : 
Meantime,  what  anguish  and  what  rage  combined. 
For  lovely  Pero  rack'd  his  labouring  mind  ! 
Yet  'scaped  he  death  ;  and  vengeful  of  his  wrong 
To  Pylos  drove  the  lowing  herds  along  : 
Then  (Neleus  vanquish'd,  and  consign'd  the  fair 
To  Bias'  arms)  he  sought  a  foreign  air  ; 


KETtTRN   OF   TELEMACHTTS.  231 

Argos  the  rich  for  his  retreat  he  chose, 

Tliere  form'd  liis  empire  ;  there  his  palace  rose. 

From  him  Antiphates  and  Mantius  came  : 

The  first  begot  Oi'cleus  great  in  fame, 

And  he  Amphiaraus,  immortal  name  ! 

The  people's  saviour,  and  divinely  wise. 

Beloved  by  Jove,  and  him  who  gilds  the  skies  ; 

Yet  short  his  date  of  life  !  by  female  pride  he  dies. 

From  Mantius  Clitus,  whom  Aurora's  love 

Snatch'd  for  his  beauty  to  the  thrones  above  ; 

And  Polyphides,  on  whom  Phoebus  shone 

With  fullest  rays,  Amphiaraus  now  gone  ; 

In  Hyperesia's  groves  he  made  abode. 

And  taught  mankind  the  counsels  of  the  god. 

From  him  sprung  Theoclymenus,  who  found 

(The  sacred  wine  yet  foaming  on  the  ground) 

Telemachus  :  whom,  as  to  Heaven  he  press'd 

His  ardent  vows,  the  stranger  thus  address'd  : 

"  O  thou  !  that  dost  thy  happy  course  prepare 
With  pure  libations  and  with  solemn  prayer  : 
By  that  dread  power  to  whom  thy  vows  are  paid  ; 
By  all  the  lives  of  these  ;  thy  own  dear  head. 
Declare  sincerely  to  no  foe's  demand 
Thy  name,  thy  lineage,  and  paternal  land." 

' '  Prepare,  then  (said  Telemachus),  to  know 
A  tale  from  falsehood  free,  not  free  from  woe. 
From  Ithaca,  of  royal  birth  I  came. 
And  great  Ulysses  (ever  honour'd  name  !) 
Once  was  my  sire,  though  now,  for  ever  lost, 
In  Stygian  gloom  he  glides  a  pensive  ghost  ! 
Whose  fate  inquiring  through  the  world  we  rove  ; 
The  last,  the  wretched  proof  of  filial  love." 

The  stranger  then  :  "  Nor  shall  I  aught  conceal, 
But  tlie  dire  secret  of  my  fate  reveal. 
Of  my  own  tribe  an  Argive  wretch  I  slew  ; 
Whose  powerful  friends  the  luckless  deed  pursue 
With  unrelenting  rage,  and  force  from  home 
The  blood-stain'd  exile,  ever  doom'd  to  roam. 
But  bear,  oh  bear  me  o'er  yon  azure  flood  ; 
Receive  the  suppliant !  spare  my  destined  blood  I " 

"  Stranger  (replied  tlie  prince)  securely  rest 
AflBanced  in  our  faith  ;  henceforth  our  guest." 
Thus  affable,  Ulysses'  godlike  heir 
Takes  from  the  stranger's  hand  the  glittering  spear  : 
He  climbs  the  ship,  ascends  the  stern  with  haste 
And  by  liis  side  the  guest  accepted  placed. 
The  chief  his  order  gives  :  the  obedient  band 


332  THE   ODTSSKT  OF  HOMEK. 

With  due  observance  wait  tlie  cliief  s  command  : 
Witli  speed  tlie  mast  tliey  rear,  witli  speed  unbind 
The  spacious  sheet,  and  stretcli  it  to  the  wind. 
Minerva  calls  ;  the  ready  gales  obey 
With  rapid  speed  to  whirl  them  o'er  the  sea. 
Crunus  they  pass'd,  next  Chalcis  roll'd  away, 
With  thickening  darkness  closed  the  doubtful  day  ; 
The  silver  Phsea's  glittering  rills  they  lost. 
And  skimm'd  along  by  Elis'  sacred  coast. 
Then  cautious  through  the  rocky  reaches  wind, 
And  turning  sudden,  shun  the  death  design'd. 

Meantime,  the  king,  Eumaeus,  and  the  rest. 
Sate  in  the  cottage,  at  their  rural  feast  : 
The  banquet  pass"d,  and  satiate  every  man, 
To  try  his  host,  Ulysses  thus  began  : 

"  Yet  one  night  more,  my  friends,  indulge  your  guest : 
The  last  I  purpose  in  your  walls  to  rest  : 
To-morrow  for  myself  I  must  provide, 
And  only  ask  your  counsel,  and  a  guide  ; 
Patient  to  roam  the  street,  by  hunger  led. 
And  bless  the  friendly  hand  that  gives  me  bread. 
There  in  Ulysses'  roof  I  may  relate 
Ulysses'  wanderings  to  his  royal  mate  ; 
Or,  mingling  with  the  suitors'  haughty  train. 
Not  undeserving  some  support  obtain. 
Hermes  to  me  his  various  gifts  imparts. 
Patron  of  industry  and  manual  arts  : 
Few  can  with  me  in  dexterous  works  contend. 
The  pyre  to  build,  the  stubborn  oak  to  rend  : 
Te  turn  the  tasteful  viand  o'er  the  flame  ; 
Or  foam  the  goblet  with  a  purple  stream. 
Such  are  the  tasks  of  men  of  mean  estate. 
Whom  fortune  dooms  to  serve  the  rich  and  great. " 

"Alas  !  (Eumseus  with  a  sigh  rejoin'd) 
How  sprung  a  thouglit  so  monstrous  in  thy  mind  ? 
If  on  that  godless  race  thou  would'st  attend. 
Fate  owes  thee  sure  a  miserable  end  ! 
Their  wrongs  and  blaspliemies  ascend  the  sky, 
And  pull  descending  vengeance  from  on  high. 
Not  such,  my  friend,  the  servants  of  their  feast  : 
A  blooming  train  in  rich  embroidery  dress'd. 
With  earth's  whole  tribute  the  bright  table  bends. 
And  smiling  round  celestial  youth  attends. 
Stay,  then  :  no  eye  askance  beholds  thee  here  ; 
Sweet  is  thy  converse  to  each  social  ear  ; 
Well  pleased,  and  pleasing,  in  our  cottage  rest. 
Till  good  Telemachus  accepts  his  guest 


KETURN   OF   TELEMACHTJS.  233 

With  genial  gifts,  and  change  of  fair  attires. 
And  safe  conveys  thee  where  thy  soul  desires." 

To  him  the  man  of  woes  ;  "  O  gracious  Jove  I 
Reward  this  stranger's  hospitable  love  ! 
Who  knows  the  son  of  sorrow  to  relieve. 
Cheers  the  sad  heart,  nor  lets  affliction  grieve. 
Of  all  the  ills  unhappy  mortals  know, 
A  life  of  wanderings  is  the  greatest  woe  ; 
On  all  their  weary  ways  wait  care  and  pain. 
And  pine  and  penury,  a  meagre  train. 
To  such  a  man  since  harbour  you  afford, 
Relate  the  farther  fortunes  of  your  lord  ; 
What  cares  his  mother's  tender  breast  engage. 
And  sire  forsaken  on  the  verge  of  age  ; 
Beneath  the  sun  prolong  they  yet  their  breath, 
Or  range  the  house  of  darkness  and  of  death  ?  " 

To  whom  the  swain  :  "Attend  what  you  enquire  : 
Laertes  lives,  the  miserable  sire, 
liives,  but  implores  of  every  power  to  lay 
The  burden  down,  and  wishes  for  the  day. 
Torn  from  his  offspring  in  the  eve  of  life. 
Torn  from  the  embraces  of  his  tender  wife, 
Sole,  and  all  comfortless,  he  wastes  away 
Old  age,  untimely  posting  ere  his  day. 
She  too,  sad  mother  !  for  Ulysses  lost 
Pined  out  her  bloom,  and  vanish'd  to  a  ghosi 
(So  dire  a  fate,  ye  righteous  gods  !  avert 
From  every  friendly,  every  feeling  heart !) 
While  yet  she  was,  though  clouded  o'er  with  grieL 
Her  pleasing  converse  minister'd  relief  : 
With  Climene,  her  youngest  daughter,  bred, 
One  roof  contain'd  us,  and  one  table  fed. 
But  when  the  softly-stealing  pace  of  time 
Crept  on  from  cliildhood  into  youthful  prime, 
To  Samos'  isle  she  sent  the  wedded  fair  ; 
Me  to  the  fields,  to  tend  the  rural  care  ; 
Array'd  in  garments  her  own  hands  had  wove, 
Nor  less  the  darling  object  of  her  love. 
Her  hapless  death  my  brighter  days  o'ercast. 
Yet  Providence  deserts  me  not  at  last ; 
My  present  labours  food  and  drink  procure. 
And  more,  the  pleasure  to  relieve  the  poor. 
Small  is  the  comfort  from  the  queen  to  hear 
Unwelcome  news,  or  vex  tlie  royal  ear  ; 
Blank  and  discountenanced  the  servants  stand, 
Nor  dare  to  question  where  the  proud  command ; 
'$io  profit  springs  beneath  usurping  powers  ; 


234  THE   ODYSSEY   OP   HOMEK. 

Want  feeds  not  there  -wliere  luxury  devours. 

Nor  harbours  charity  where  riot  reigns  : 

Proud  are  the  lords,  and  wretched  are  the  swaina." 

The  suffering  chief  at  this  began  to  melt  ; 
And,  "  O  Eumseus  !  thou  (he  cries)  hast  felt 
The  spite  of  fortune  too  !  her  cruel  hand 
Snatch'd  thee  an  infant  from  thy  native  land  ! 
Snatch'd  from  thy  parents'  arms,  thy  parents'  eyes. 
To  early  wants  !  a  man  of  miseries  I 
The  whole  sad  story,  from  its"  first,  declare  : 
Sunk  the  fair  city  by  the  rage  of  war, 
Where  once  thy  parents  dwelt  ?  or  did  they  keep, 
In  humbler  life,  the  lowing  herds  and  sheep  ? 
So  left  perhaps  to  tend  the  fleecy  train, 
Rude  pirates  seized,  and  shipp'd  thee  o'er  the  mAi"»»* 
Doom'd  a  fair  prize  to  grace  some  prince's  board. 
The  worthy  purchase  of  a  foreign  lord." 

; '  If  then  my  fortunes  can  delight  my  friend, 
A  story  fruitful  of  events  attend  :  . 

Another's  sorrow  may  thy  ears  enjoy. 
And  wine  the  lengthen'd  intervals  employ. 
Long  nights  the  now  declining  year  bestows  ; 
A  part  we  consecrate  to  soft  repose, 
A  part  in  pleasing  talk  we  entertain  ; 
For  too  much  rest  itself  becomes  a  pain. 
Let  those,  whom  sleep  invites,  the  call  obey. 
Their  cares  resuming  with  the  dawning  day  : 
Here  let  us  feast,  and  to  the  feast  be  join'd 
Discourse,  the  sweeter  banquet  of  the  mind  ; 
Review  the  series  of  our  lives,  and  taste 
The  melancholy  joy  of  evils  pass'd  : 
For  he  who  much  has  suffer'd,  much  will  know. 
And  pleased  remembrance  builds  delight  on  woe. 

' '  Above  Ortygia  lies  an  isle  of  fame, 
Far  hence  remote,  and  Syria  is  the  name 
(There  curious  eyes  inscribed  with  wonder  trace 
The  sun's  diurnal,  and  his  annual  race) ; 
Not  large,  but  fruitful  ;  stored  with  grass  to  keep 
The  bellowing  oxen  and  the  bleating  sheep  ; 
Her  sloping  hills  the  mantling  vines  adorn. 
And  her  rich  valleys  wave  with  golden  corn. 
No  want,  no  famine,  the  glad  natives  know. 
Nor  sink  by  sickness  to  the  shades  below  ; 
But  when  a  length  of  years  unnerves  the  strong, 
Apollo  comes,  and  Cynthia  comes  along. 
They  bend  the  silver  bow  with  tender  skill, 
And,  void  of  pain,  the  silent  arrows  kill. 


RETURN   OP   TELEMACHtra.  235 

Two  equal  tribes  this  fertile  land  divide, 

Where  two  fair  cities  rise  with  equal  pride. 

But  both  in  constant  peace  one  prince  obey, 

And  Ctesius  tliere,  my  father,  holds  the  sway. 

Freighted,  it  seems,  with  toys  of  every  sort, 

A  ship  of  Sidon  anclior'd  in  our  port  ; 

What  time  it  chanced  the  palace  entertain'd, 

Skill'd  in  rich  works,  a  woman  of  their  land  : 

This  nymph,  where  anchoi'd  the  Phoenician  train. 

To  wash  her  robes  descending  to  the  main, 

A  smooth  tongued  sailor  won  her  to  his  mind 

(For  love  deceives  tlie  best  of  womankind). 

A  sudden  trust  from  sudden  liking  grew  ; 

She  told  her  name,  her  race,  and  all  she  knew, 

'  I  too  (she  cried)  from  glorious  Sidon  came, 

My  father  Arybas,  of  wealthy  fame  : 

But,  snatch'd  by  pirates  from  my  native  place. 

The  Taphlans  sold  me  to  this  man's  embrace.' 

"  '  Haste  then  (the  false  designing  youth  replied), 
Haste  to  thy  country  ;  love  shall  be  thy  guide  ; 

Haste  to  thy  father's  house,  thy  father's  breast, 
For  still  he  lives,  and  lives  with  riches  blest.' 

"  '  Swear  first  (she  cried),  ye  sailors  !  to  restore 
A  wretch  in  safety  to  her  native  shore.' 
Swift  as  she  ask'd,  the  ready  sailors  swore. 
She  then  proceeds  :  '  Now  let  our  compact  made 
Be  nor  by  signal  nor  by  word  betray'd, 
Nor  near  me  any  of  your  crew  descried. 
By  road  frequented,  or  by  fountain  side. 
Be  silence  still  our  guard.     The  monarch's  spies 
(For  watchful  age  is  ready  to  surmise) 
Are  still  at  hand  ;  and  this,  revealed,  must  be 
Death  to  yourselves,  eternal  chains  to  me. 
Your  vessel  loaded,  and  your  traffic  pass'd. 
Despatch  a  wary  messenger  with  haste  ; 
Then  gold  and  costly  treasures  will  I  bring. 
And  more,  the  infant  offspring  of  the  king. 
Him,  child-like  wandering  forth,  I'll  lead  away 
(A  noble  prize  !)  and  to  your  ship  convey.' 

"  Thus  spoke  the  dame,  and  homeward  took  the  road. 
A  year  they  traffic,  and  their  vessel  load. 
Their  stores  complete,  and  ready  now  to  weigh, 
A  spy  was  sent  their  summons  to  convey  : 
An  artist  to  my  father's  palace  came. 
With  gold  and  amber  chains,  elaborate  frame  : 
Each  female  eye  the  glittering  links  employ  ; 
Tbejr  turn,  review,  and  cheapen  everj'  toy, 


236  THE  ODYSSEY   OP   HOMBB. 

He  took  tlie  occasion,  as  they  stood  intent, 

Grave  her  the  sign,  and  to  his  vessel  went. 

She  straiglit  pursued,  and  seized  my  willing  arm  ; 

I  follow'd,  smiling,  innocent  of  harm. 

Three  golden  goblets  in  the  porch  she  found 

(The  guests  not  enter'd,  but  the  table  crown'd) ; 

Hid  in  her  fraudful  bosom  these  she  bore  : 

Now  set  the  sun,  and  darken'd  all  the  shore. 

Arriving  then,  where  tilting  on  the  tides 

Prepared  to  launch  the  freighted  vessel  rides. 

Aboard  they  heave  us,  mount  their  decks,  and  sweep 

With  level  oar  along  the  glassy  deep. 

Sis  calmy  days  and  six  smooth  nights  we  sail, 

And  constant  Jove  supplied  the  gentle  gale. 

The  seventh,  the  fraudful  wretch  (no  cause  descried), 

Touch'd  by  Diana's  vengeful  arrow,  died. 

Down  dropp'd  the  caitiff-corse,  a  worthless  load, 

Down  to  the  deep  ;  there  roU'd,  the  future  food 

Of  fierce  sea-wolves,  and  monsters  of  the  flood. 

An  helpless  infant  I  remain'd  behind  ; 

Thence  borne  to  Ithaca  by  wave  and  wind  ; 

Sold  to  Laertes  by  divine  command. 

And  now  adopted  io  a  foreign  land." 

To  him  the  king  :  "  Reciting  thus  thy  cares. 
My  secret  soul  in  all  thy  sorrow  shares  ; 
But  one  choice  blessing  (such  is  Jove's  high  will) 
Has  sweeten'd  all  thy  bitter  draught  of  ill  : 
Torn  from  thy  country  to  no  hapless  end, 
The  gods  have,  in  a  master,  given  a  friend. 
Whatever  frugal  nature  needs  is  thine 
(For  she  needs  little),  daily  bread  and  wine. 
While  I,  so  many  wanderings  past,  and  woes. 
Live  but  on  what  thy  poverty  bestows." 

So  passed  in  pleasing  dialogue  away 
The  night  ;  then  down  to  short  repose  they  lay  ; 
Till  radiant  rose  the  messenger  of  day. 
While  in  the  port  of  Ithaca,  the  band 
Of  young  Telemachus  approach'd  the  land  ; 
Their  sails  they  loosed,  they  lash'd  the  mast  aside, 
And  cast  their  anchors,  and  the  cables  tied  : 
Then  on  the  breezy  shore,  descending,  join 
In  grateful  banquet  o'er  the  rosy  wine. 
When  thus  the  prince  :  "  Now  each  his  course  pursue  ; 
I  to  the  fields,  and  to  the  city  you. 
Long  absent  hence,  I  dedicate  this  day 
My  swains  to  visit,  and  the  worlcs  survey. 
Shcpect  me  with  the  mora,  to  pay  the  skies 


RETTTRN   OP   TELEMACHU8.  287 

Our  debt  of  safe  return  in  feast  and  sacrifice." 

Tlien  Tlieoclvmenus  :  "  But  wlio  sliall  lend. 
Meantime,  protection  to  thy  stranger  friond  ? 
Straight  to  the  queen  and  palace  shall  1  fly. 
Or  yet  more  distant,  to  some  lord  apply  ?  " 

The  prince  return'd  :  "  Renown'd  in  days  of  jon 
Has  stood  our  father's  hospitable  door ; 
No  other  roof  a  stranger  should  receive, 
No  other  hands  than  ours  the  welcome  give. 
But  in  my  absence  riot  fills  the  place, 
Nor  bears  the  modest  queen  a  stranger's  face  ; 
From  noiseful  revel  far  remote  she  flies, 
But  rarely  seen,  or  seen  with  w^eeping  eyes. 
No — let  Eurymachus  receive  my  guest, 
Of  nature  courteous,  and  by  far  the  best  ; 
He  woos  the  queen  with  more  respectful  flame. 
And  emulates  her  former  husband's  fame. 
With  what  success,  'tis  Jove's  alone  to  know. 
And  the  hoped  nuptials  turn  to  joy  or  woe." 

Thus  speaking,  on  the  right  up-soar'd  in  air 
The  hawk,  Apollo's  swift-wing'd  messenger  : 
His  dreadful  pounces  tore  a  trembling  dove  ; 
The  clotted  feathers,  sc  itter'd  from  above. 
Between  the  hero  and  the  vebsel  pour 
Thick  plumage  mingled  with  a  sanguine  shower. 

The  observing  augur  took  the  prince  aside. 
Seized  by  the  hand,  and  thus  prophetic  cried  : 
"  Yon  bird,  that  dexter  cuts  the  aerial  road. 
Rose  ominous,  nor  flies  without  a  god  : 
No  race  but  thine  shall  Ithaca  obey, 
To  thine,  for  ages.  Heaven  decrees  the  svray." 

"  Succeed  the  omens,  gods  !  (the  youth  rejoin'd  :) 
Soon  shall  my  bounties  speak  a  grateful  mind, 
And  soon  each  envied  happiness  attend 
The  man  who  calls  Telemachus  his  friend." 
Then  to  Peiraeus  :  "  Thou  whom  time  has  proved 
A  faithful  servant,  by  thy  prince  beloved  I 
Till  we  returning  shall  our  guest  demand, 
Accept  this  charge  with  honour,  at  our  hand.** 

To  this  Peiraeus  :  "  Joyful  I  obey. 
Well  pleased  the  hospitable  rites  to  pay. 
The  presence  of  thy  guest  shall  best  reward 
(If  long  thy  stay)  the  absence  of  my  lord." 

With  that,  their  anchors  he  commands  to  weigb. 
Mount  the  tall  bark,  and  launch  into  the  sea. 
All  with  obedient  haste  forsake  the  shores, 
And,  placed  in  order,  spread  their  equal  oaTS, 


238  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

Then  from  the  deck  the  prince  his  sandals  takes  ; 
Poised  in  his  hand  tlie  pointed  javelin  shakes. 
They  part ;  while,  lessening  from  the  hero's  view. 
Svrift  to  the  town  the  well-row'd  galley  flew  : 
The  hero  trod  the  margin  of  the  main, 
And  reach'd  the  mansion  of  his  faithful  swain^ 


BOOK  XVL 


ARGUMENT. 

THB  DISCOVERT  OP  ULTS9E3  TO    TELBMACHTJ8. 

Telemachus  arriving  at  the  lodge  of  Eumaeus,  sends  him  to  carry  Penel- 
ope the  news  of  his  return.  Minerva  appearing  to  Ulysses,  com- 
mands him  to  discover  himself  to  his  son.  The  princes,  who  had 
lain  in  ambush  to  intercept  Telemachus  in  his  way,  their  project 
being  defeated,  return  to  Ithaca. 

Soon  as  the  morning  blush'd  along  the  plains, 
Ulysses,  and  the  monarch  of  the  swains, 
Awake  the  sleeping  fires,  their  meals  prepare, 
And  forth  to  pasture  send  the  bristly  care. 
The  prince's  near  approach  the  dogs  descry. 
And  fawning  round  his  feet  confess  their  joy. 
Their  gentle  blandishment  the  king  survey'd. 
Heard  his  resounding  step,  and  instant  said  : 

"  Some  well-known  friend,  Eumaeus,  bends  this  way  ; 
His  steps  I  hear  ;  the  dogs  familiar  play." 

While  yet  he  spoke,  the  prince  advancing  drew 
Nigh  to  the  lodge,  and  now  appear'd  in  view. 
Transported  from  his  seat  Eumaeus  sprung, 
Dropp'd  the  full  bowl,  and  round  his  bosom  hung  ; 
Kissing  his  cheek,  his  hand,  while  from  his  eye 
The  tears  rain'd  copious  in  a  shower  of  joy, 
As  some  fond  sire  who  ten  long  winters  grieves, 
From  foreign  climes  an  only  son  receives 
(Child  of  his  age),  with  strong  paternal  joy. 
Forward  he  springs,  and  clasps  the  favourite  boy  : 
So  round  the  youth  hid  arms  Eumaeus  spread. 
As  if  the  grave  had  given  him  from  the  dead. 

"  And  is  it  thou  ?  my  ever-dear  delight  ! 
Oh,  art  thou  come  to  bless  my  longing  sight  ? 
Never,  I  never  hoped  to  view  this  day. 
When  o'er  the  waves  you  plough'd  the  desperate  way. 
Enter,  my  child  1     Beyond  my  hopes  restored. 
Oh  give  these  eyes  to  feast  upon  their  lord. 
Enter,  oh  seldom  seen  1  for  lawless  powers 
Too  much  detain  thee  from  these  sylvan  bowers," 
(  239  ) 


MO  THE   ODYSSEY   OP  EOMER. 

The  prince  replied  :  "  Eumaeus,  I  obey  ; 
To  seek  thee,  friend,  I  liither  took  my  way. 
But  say,  if  in  the  court  the  queen  reside 
Severely  chaste,  or  if  commenced  a  bride  1  " 

Thus  he  ;  and  thus  the  monarch  of  the  swains  : 
"  Severely  chaste  Penelope  remains  ; 
But,  lost  to  every  joy,  she  wastes  the  day 
In  tedious  cares,  and  weeps  the  night  away." 

He  ended,  and  (receiving  as  they  pass 
The  javelin  pointed  with  a  star  of  brass), 
They  reach'd  the  dome  ;  the  dome  with  marble  shlned. 
His  seat  Ulysses  to  the  prince  resign'd. 
"  Not  so  (exclaims  the  prince  with  decent  grace) 
For  me,  this  house  shall  find  an  humbler  place  : 
To  usurp  the  honours  due  to  silver  hairs 
And  reveretd  strangers  modest  youth  forbears." 
Instant  the  swain  the  spoils  of  beasts  supplies. 
And  bids  the  rural  throne  with  osiers  rise. 
There  sate  the  prince  :  the  feast  Eumaeus  spread, 

And  heap'd  the  shining  canisters  with  bread. 

Thick  o'er  the  board  the  plenteous  viands  lay, 

The  frugal  remnants  of  the  former  day. 

Then  in  a  bowl  he  tempers  generous  wines, 

Around  whose  verge  a  mimic  ivy  twines. 

And  now,  the  rage  of  thirst  and  hunger  fled. 

Thus  young  Ulysses  to  Eumaeus  said  : 

"  Whence,  father,  from  what  shore  this  stranger,  «ay  t 

What  vessel  bore  him  o'er  the  watery  way? 

To  human  step  our  land  impervious  lies, 

Aud  round  the  coast  circumfluent  oceans  rise." 
The  swain  returns  :  "A  tale  of  sorrows  hear; 

In  spacious  Crete  he  drew  his  natal  air  ; 

Long  doom'd  to  wander  o'er  the  land  and  main, 

For  Heaven  has  wove  his  thread  of  life  with  pain. 

Half  breathless  'scaping  to  the  land  he  flew 

From  Thesprot  mariners,  a  murderous  crew. 

To  thee,  my  son,  the  suppliant  I  resign  ; 

I  gave  him  my  protection,  grant  him  thine." 

"  Hard  task  (he  cries)  thy  virtue  gives  thy  friend 

Willing  to  aid,  unable  to  defend. 

Can  strangers  safely  in  the  court  reside, 

'Midst  the  swell'd  insolence  of  lust  and  pride  t 

E'en  I  unsafe  :  the  queen  in  doubt  to  wed. 

Or  pay  due  honours  to  the  nuptial  bed. 

Perhaps  she  weds  regardless  of  her  fame, 

Deaf  to  the  mighty  Ulyssean  name. 

However,  stranger  !  from  our  grace  receive 


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Such  honours  as  befit  a  prince  to  give  ; 
Sandals,  a  sword  and  robes,  respect  to  prove, 
And  safe  to  sail  with  ornaments  of  love. 
Till  then,  thy  guest  amid  the  rural  train, 
Far  from  the  court,  from  danger  far,  detain. 
'Tis  mine  with  food  the  hungry  to  supply. 
And  clothe  the  naked  from  the  inclement  sky 
Here  dwell  in  safety  from  the  suitors'  wrongs 
And  the  rude  insults  of  ungovern'd  tongues. 
For  should'st  thou  suffer,  powerless  to  relieve, 
I  must  behold  it,  and  can  only  grieve. 
The  brave,  encompass'd  by  an  hostile  train, 
O'erpovver'd  by  numbers,  is  but  brave  in  vain." 

To  whom,  while  anger  in  his  bosom  glows, 
With  warmth  replies  the  man  of  mighty  woes: 
"  Since  audience  mild  is  deign'd,  permit  my  tongtt* 
At  once  to  pity  and  resent  thy  wrong. 
My  heart  weeps  blood  to  see  a  soul  so  brave 
Live  to  base  insolence  or  power  a  slave. 
But  tell  me,  dost  thou,  prince,  dost  thou  behol4 
And  hear  their  midnight  revels  uncontroll'd  ? 
Say,  do  thy  subjects  in  bold  faction  rise, 
Or  priests  in  fabled  oracles  advise? 
Or  are  thy  brothers,  who  should  aid  thy  po^er, 
Turn'd  mean  deserters  in  the  needful  hour? 
Oh  that  I  were  from  great  Ulysses  sprung, 
Or  that  these  wither'd  nerves  like  thine  were  strung; 
Or,  heavens!  might  he  return!  (and  soon  appear 
He  shall,  I  trust;  a  hero  scorns  despair:) 
Might  he  return,  I  yield  my  life  a  prey 
To  my  worst  foe,  if  that  avenging  day 
Be  not  their  last:  but  should  I  lose  my  life, 
Oppress'd  by  numbers  in  the  glorious  strife, 
I  chose  the  nobler  part,  and  yield  my  breath. 
Rather  than  bear  dishonor,  worse  than  death; 
Than  see  the  hand  of  violence  invade 
The  reverend  stranger  and  the  spotless  maid; 
Than  see  the  wealth  of  kings  consumed  in  waste, 
The  drunkard's  revel,  and  the  gluttons'  feast." 

Thus  he,  with  anger  Hashing  from  his  eye; 
Sincere  the  youthful  hero  made  reply: 
' '  Nor  leagued  in  factious  arms  my  subjects  rise, 
Nor  priests  in  fabled  oracles  advise; 
Nor  are  my  brothers,  who  should  aid  my  power, 
Turn'd  mean  deserters  in  the  needful  hour. 
Ah  me!  I  boast  no  bi'other;  heaven's  dread  King 
Gives  from  our  stock  an  only  branch  to  spring; 


242  THE  ODYSSEY  OF  HOMEtt, 

Alone  Laertes  reign'd  Arcesitis'  heir, 

Alone  Ulysses  drew  the  vital  air, 

And  I  alone  the  bed  connubial  graced. 

An  unbless'd  offspring  of  a  sire  unbless'dl 

Each  neighbouring  realm,  conducive  to  our  wo*. 

Sends  forth  her  peers,  and  every  peer  a  foe: 

The  court  proud  Samos  and  Dulichium  fills, 

And  lofty  Zacinth  crown'd  with  shady  hills. 

E'en  Ithaca  and  all  her  lords  invade 

The  imperial  sceptre,  and  the  regal  bed: 

The  queen,  averse  to  love,  yet  awed  by  power, 

Seems  half  to  yield,  yet  flies  the  bridal  hour: 

Meantime  their  licence  uncontroll'd  I  bear; 

E'en  now  they  envy  me  the  vital  air: 

But  Heaven  will  sure  revenge,  and  gods  there  ar« 

"  But  go  Eumaeus!  to  the  queen  impart 
Oar  safe  return,  and  ease  a  mother's  heart. 
Yet  secret  go;  for  numerous  are  my  foes, 
And  here  at  least  I  may  in  peace  repose." 

To  whom  the  swain:  "  I  hear  and  I  obey: 
But  old  Laertes  weeps  his  life  away, 
And  deems  thee  lost:  shall  I  speed  employ 
To  bless  his  age:  a  messenger  of  joy? 
The  mournful  hour  that  tore  his  son  away 
Sent  the  sad  sire  in  solitude  to  stray; 
Yet  busied  with  his  slaves,  to  ease  his  woe, 
He  dress'd  the  vine,  and  bade  the  garden  blow; 
Nor  food  nor  wine  refused;  but  since  the  day 
That  you  to  Pylos  plough'd  the  watery  way, 
Nor  wine  nor  food  he  tastes;  but,  sunk  in  woes, 
Wild  springs  the  vine,  no  more  the  garden  blows, 
Shut  from  the  walks  of  men,  to  pleasure  lost, 
Pensive  and  pale  he  wanders  half  a  ghost." 

"  Wretched  old  man!  (with  tears  the  prince  returns) 
Yet  cease  to  go — what  man  so  blest  hut  mourns  ? 
Were  every  wish  indulged  by  favouring  skies, 
This  hour  should  give  Ulysses  to  my  eyes. 
But  to  the  queen  with  speed  dispatch  ful  bear 
Our  safe  return,  and  back  with  speed  repair; 
And  let  some  handmaid  of  her  train  resort 
To  good  Laertes  in  his  rural  court. " 

While  yet  he  spoke,  impatient  of  delay. 
He  braced  his  sandals  on,  and  strode  away: 
Then  from  the  heavens  the  martial  goddess  flies 
Through  the  wild  fields  of  air,  and  cleaves  the  skies: 
In  form,  a  virgin  in  soft  beauty's  bloom, 
Skill'd  in  the  illustrious  labours  of  the  loom. 


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Alonu  *o  Ithaca  she  stood  display'd, 
'  But  ut  apparent  as  a  viewless  shade 
Escaped  Teleraachus  (the  powers  above, 
Seen  or  unseen,  o'er  earth  at  pleasure  move): 
The  dogs  intelligent  confess'd  the  tread 
Of  power  divine,  and  howling,  trembling,  fled. 
The  goddess,  beckoning,  waves  her  deathless  hands: 
Dauntless  the  king  before  the  goddess  stands: 

"  Then  why  (she  said),  O  favour'd  of  the  skies! 
Why  to  thy  godlike  son  this  long  disguise  ? 
Stand  forth  reveal 'd;  with  him  thy  cares  employ 
Against  thy  foes;  be  valiant  and  destroy  1 
Lo!  I  descend  in  that  avenging  hour, 
To  combat  by  thy  side,  thy  guardian  power." 

She  said,  and  o'er  him  waves  her  wand  of  gold 
Imperial  robes  his  manly  limbs  infold ; 
At  once  with  grace  divine  his  frame  improves; 
At  once  with  majesty  enlarged  he  moves: 
Youth  flush'd  his  reddening  cheek,  and  from  his  bnwps 
A  length  of  hair  in  sable  ringlets  flows; 
His  blackening  chin  receives  a  deeper  shade; 
Then  from  his  eyes  upsprung  the  warrior-maid. 

The  hero  reascends:  the  prince  o'erawed 
Scarce  lifts  his  eyes,  and  bows  as  to  a  god. 
Then  with  surprise  (surprise  chastised  by  fears): 
"  How  art  thou  changed!  (he  cried) — a  god  appearsi 
Far  other  vests  thy  limbs  majestic  grace. 
Far  other  glories  ligliten  from  thy  face! 
If  heaven  be  thy  abode,  with  pious  care, 
Lo!  I  the  ready  sacrifice  prepare: 
Lo!  gifts  of  labour'd  gold  adorn  thy  shrine. 
To  win  thy  grace:  O  save  us,  power  divine!  " 

"  Few  are  my  days  (Ulysses  made  reply), 
Nor  I,  alas!  discendant  of  the  sky. 
I  am  thy  father.     O  my  son!  my  son! 
That  father,  for  whose  sake  thy  days  have  ru» 
One  scene  of  woe!  to  endless  cares  consign'd, 
And  outraged  by  the  wrongs  of  base  mankind."** 
Then,  rushing  to  his  arms,  he  kiss'd  his  boy 
With  the  strong  raptures  of  a  parent's  joy. 
Tears  bathe  his  cheek,  and  tears  the  ground  bedewi 
He  strain'd  him  close,  as  to  his  breast  he  grew. 
"  Ah  me!  (exclaims  the  prince  with  fond  desire) 
Thou  art  not — no,  thou  canst  not  be  my  sire. 
Heaven  such  illusion  only  can  impose. 
By  the  false  joy  to  aggravate  my  woes. 
Who  but  a  god  caii  change  the  general  dooja, 


$44  THE  ODYSSEY  OP  HOMBB. 

And  give  to  withe r'd  age  a  youthful  bloom! 
Late,  worn  with  years,  in  weeds  obscene  you  trod; 
Now,  clothed  in  majesty,  you  move  a  god!" 

"  Forbear  (he  cried,)  for  Heaven  reserve  that  name; 
Give  to  thy  father  but  a  father's  claim; 
Otlier  Ulysses  shalt  thou  never  see, 
I  am  Ulysses,  I,  my  son,  am  he. 
Twice  ten  sad  years  o'er  earth  and  ocean  toss'd, 
'Tis  given  at  length  to  view  my  native  coast. 
Pallas,  unconquer'd  maid,  my  frame  surrounds 
With  grace  divhie:  her  power  admits  no  bounds; 
She  o'er  my  limbs  old  age  and  wrinkles  shed; 
Now  strong  as  youth,  magnificent  I  tread. 
The  gods  with  ease  frail  man  depress  or  raise, 
Exalt  the  lowly,  or  the  proud  debase." 

He  spoke  and  sat".     TIr-  prince  with  transport  flew, 
Hung  round  his  neck,  while  tears  his  cheek  bedew; 
Nor  less  the  fatlier  pour'd  a  social  flood; 
They  wept  abundant,  and  tbey  wept  aloud. 
A.S  the  bold  eagle  with  fierce  sorrow  stung. 
Or  parent  vulture,  mourns  her  ravish'd  young; 
Tliey  cry,  they  scream,  their  unfledged  brood  a  prey 
To  some  rude  churl,  and  borne  by  stealth  away: 
So  they  aloud:  and  tears  in  tides  had  run, 
Their  grief  unfinish'  with  the  setting  sun; 
But  checking  the  full  torrent  in  its  flow. 
The  prince  thus  interrupts  the  solemn  woe; 
"What  ship  transported  thee,  0  father,  say; 
And  what  bless'd  hands  have  oar'd  thee  on  the  way  ?  " 

"  All,  all  (Ulysses  instant  made  reply), 
I  tell  thee  all,  my  child,  my  only  joy! 
Phseacians  bore  me  to  the  port  assign'd, 
A  nation  ever  to  the  stranger  kind; 
Wrapp'd  in  the  embrace  of  sleep,  the  faithful  train 
O'er  seas  convej^'d  me  to  my  native  reign: 
Embroider'd  vestures,  gold,  and  brass,  are  laid 
Conceal'd  in  caverns  in  the  sylvan  shade. 
Hither,  intent  the  rival  rout  to  slay. 
And  plan  the  scene  of  death,  I  bend  my  way; 
So  Pallas  wills — but  thou,  my  son,  explain 
The  names  and  numbers  of  the  audacious  train; 
'Tis  mine  to  judge  if  better  to  employ 
Assistant  force,  or  singly  to  destroy." 

"  O'er  earth  (returns  the  prince)  resoitnds  thy  name, 
Thy  well-tried  wisdom,  and  thj^  martial  fame. 
Yet  at  thy  words  I  start,  in  v.'onder  lost; 
Can  we  engage,  not  decades  but  an  host  1 


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Can  we  alone  in  furious  battle  stand, 

Against  that  numerous  and  determined  band? 

Hear  then  their  numbers  ;  from  Dulichium  came 

Twice  twenty-six,  all  peers  of  miglity  name. 

Six  are  their  menial  train  :  twice  twelve  the  lx)ast 

Of  Samos  ;  twenty  from  Zacyntbus'  coast  : 

And  twelve  our  country's  pride  ;  to  these  belong 

Medon  and  Phemius,  skill'd  in  heavenly  song. 

Two  sewers  from  day  to  day  the  revels  wait, 

Exact  of  taste,  and  serve  the  feast  in  state. 

With  such  a  foe  the  unequal  fight  to  try, 

Were  by  false  courage  unrevenged  to  die. 

Then  what  assistant  powers  you  boast  relate,  > 

Ere  yet  we  mingle  in  the  stern  debate." 

"  Mark  well  my  voice,  (Ulysses  straight  replies  :) 
What  need  of  aids   if  favour'd  by  the  skies? 
If  shielded  to  the  dreadful  fight  we  move, 
By  mighty  Pallas,  and  by  thundering  Jove?" 

"Sufficient  they  (Telemachus  rejoin'd) 
Against  the  banded  powers  of  all  mankind  : 
They,  high  enthroned  above  the  rolling  clouds, 
Wither  the  strength  of  man,  and  awe  the  gods." 

"  Such  aids  expect  (he  cries,)  when  strong  in  might 
We  rise  terrific  to  the  task  of  fight. 
But  thou,  Avhen  morn  salutes  the  aerial  plain. 
The  court  revisit  and  the  lawless  train  : 
Me  thither  in  disguise  Eumseus  leads, 
An  aged  mendicant  in  tatter'd  weeds. 
There,  if  base  scorn  insult  my  reverend  age, 
Bear  it,  my  son  !  repress  thy  rising  rage. 
If  outraged,  cease  that  outrage  to  repel  ; 
Bear  it,  my  son  !  howe'er  thy  heart  rebel. 
Yet  strive  by  prayer  and  counsel  to  restrain 
Their  lawless  insults,  though  thou  strive  in  vain  : 
For  wicked  ears  are  deaf  to  wisdom's  call. 
And  vengeance  strikes  whom  Heaven  has  doom'd  to  fall. 
Once  more  attend  :  when  she  whose  power  inspires 
The  thinking  mind,  my  soul  to  vengeance  fires, 
I  give  the  sign  :  that  instant,  from  beneath, 
Aloft  convey  the  instruments  of  death. 
Armour  and  arms  ;  and,  if  mistrust  arise. 
Thus  veil  the  truth  in  plausible  disguise  : 

"  '  These  glittering  weapons,  ere  he  sail'd  to  Troy, 
Ulysses  view'd  with  stern  heroic  joy  : 
Then,  beaming  o'er  the  illumined  wall  they  shone  ; 
Now  dust  dishonours,  all  their  lustre  gone. 
I  bear  them  hence  (so  Jove  my  Boul  inspires), 


246  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

From  the  pollution  of  the  fuming  fires  ; 

Lest  when  the  bowl  inflames,  in  vengeful  mood 

Ye  rush  to  arms,  and  stain  the  feast  with  blood  : 

Oft  ready  swords  in  luckless  hour  incite 

The  hand  of  wrath,  and  arm  it  for  the  fight. ' 

"  Such  be  the  plea,  and  by  the  plea  deceive  : 
For  Jove  infatuates  all,  and  all  believe. 
Yet  leave  for  each  of  us  a  sword  to  wield, 
A  pointed  javelin,  and  a  fenceful  shield. 
But  by  my  blood  that  in  thy  bosom  glows. 
By  that  regard  a  son  his  father  owes  ; 
The  secret,  that  thy  father  lives,  retain 
Lock'd  in  thy  bosom  from  the  household  train  ; 
Hide  it  from  all  ;  e'en  from  Eumaeus  hide, 
From  my  dear  father,  and  my  dearer  bride. 
One  care  remains,  to  note  the  loyal  few 
Whose  faith  yet  lasts  among  the  menial  crew  ; 
And  noting^  ere  we  rise  in  vengeance,  prove 
Who  love  his  prince  ;  for  sure  you  merit,  love." 

To  whom  the  youth  :  "To  emulate,  I  aim. 
The  brave  and  wise,  and  my  great  father's  fame. 
But  reconsider,  since  the  wisest  err, 
Vengeance  resolved,  'tis  dangerous  to  defer. 
What  length  of  time  must  we  consume  in  vain. 
Too  curious  to  explore  the  menial  train  ! 
While  the  proud  foes,  industrious  to  destroy 
Thy  wealth,  in  riot  the  delay  enjoy. 
Suffice  it  in  this  exigence  alone 
To  mark  the  damsels  that  attend  the  throne : 
Dispersed  the  youth  reside  ;  their  faith  to  prove 
Jove  grants  henceforth,  if  thou  hast  spoke  from  Jove.' 

While  in  debate  they  waste  the  hours  away. 
The  associates  of  the  prince  repass'd  the  bay  : 
With  speed  they  guide  the  vessel  to  the  shores  ; 
With  speed  debarking  land  the  naval  stores  : 
Then,  faithful  to  their  charge,  to  Clytius  bear. 
And  trust  the  presents  to  his  friendly  care. 
Swift  to  the  queen  a  herald  flies  to  impart 
Her  son's  return,  and  ease  a  parent's  heart ; 
Lest  a  sad  prey  to  ever-musing  cares. 
Pale  grief  destroy  what  time  awhile  forbears. 
The  incautious  herald  with  impatience  bums. 
And  cries  aloud,   "  Thy  son,  0  queen,  returns  ;'* 
Eumasus  sage  approach'd  the  imperial  throne, 
And  breathed  his  mandate  to  her  ear  alone. 
Then  measured  back  the  way.     The  suitor  band,, 
Stung  to  the  soul,  abash'd,  confounded,  stand  ', 


DISCOVERY   OF   tTLTSSES   TO   TELEMACHU8.  247 

And  issuing  from  the  dome,  before  the  gate. 
With  clouded  looks,  a  pale  assembly  sate. 

At  length  Eurymachus  :  "  Our  hopes  are  vain  ; 
Telemachus  in  triumph  sails  the  main. 
Haste,  rear  the  mast,  the  swelling  shroud  display  ; 
Haste,  to  our  ambush'd  friends  the  news  convey  !  " 

Scarce  had  he  spake,  when,  turning  to  the  strand, 
Amphiuomos  survey'd  the  associate  band  ; 
Full  to  the  bay  within  the  winding  shores 
With  gather'd  sails  they  stood,  and  lifted  oars. 
"  O  friends  !  "  he  cried,  elate  with  rising  joy, 
"  See  to  the  port  secure  the  vessel  fly  ! 
Some  god  has  told  them,  or  themselves  survey 
The  bark  escaped  ;  and  measure  back  their  way." 

Swift  at  the  word  descending  to  the  shores. 
They  moor  the  vessel  and  unlade  the  stores  : 
Then,  moving  from  the  strand,  apart  they  sate. 
And  full  and  frequent  form'd  a  dire  debate. 

"  Lives  then  the  boy  ?  he  lives  (Antinoiis  cries), 
The  care  of  gods  and  favourite  of  the  skies. 
All  night  we  watch'd,  till  with  her  orient  wheels 
Aurora  flamed  above  the  eastern  hills. 
And  from  the  lofty  brow  of  rocks  by  day 
Took  in  the  ocean  with  a  broad  survey 
Yet  safe  he  sails  ;  the  powers  celestial  give 
To  shun  the  hidden  snares  of  death,  and  live. 
But  die  he  shall,  and  thus  condemn'd  to  bleed, 
Be  now  the  scene  of  instant  death  decreed. 
Hope  ye  success  ?  undaunted  crush  the  foe. 
Is  he  not  wise  ?  know  this,  and  strike  the  blow. 
Wait  ye,  till  he  to  arms  in  council  draws 
The  Greeks,  averse  too  justly  to  our  cause? 
Strike,  ere,  the  states  convened,  the  foe  betray 
Our  murderous  ambush  on  the  watery  way. 
Or  choose  ye  vagrant  from  their  rage  to  fly. 
Outcasts  of  earth,  to  breathe  an  unknown  sky  t 
The  brave  prevent  misfortune  ;  then  be  brave, 
And  bury  future  danger  in  his  grave. 
Returns  he?  ambush'd  we'll  Jiis  walk  invade, 
Or  where  he  hides  in  solitude  and  shade  ; 
And  give  the  palace  to  the  queen  a  dower. 
Or  him  she  blesses  in  the  bridal  hour. 
But  if  submissive  you  resign  the  sway. 
Slaves  to  a  boy,  go,  flatter  and  obey. 
Retire  we  instant  to  our  native  reign. 
Nor  be  the  wealth  of  kings  consumed  in  vain  ; 
Then  wed  whom  choice  approves  :  tlie  queen  be  given 


248  THE  ODYSSEY  OF  HOI«rEK. 

To  some  blest  prince,  the  prince  decreed  by  Heaven." 

Abash'd,  the  suitor  train  his  voice  attends  ; 
Till  from  his  throne  Amphinomus  ascends. 
Who  o'er  Dulichium  stretch'd  his  spacious  reign, 
A  land  of  plenty,  bless'd  with  every  grain  : 
Chief  of  the  numbers  who  the  queen  address'd, 
And  though  displeasing,  yet  displeasing  least. 
Soft  were  his  words  ;  his  actions  wisdom  sway'd  ; 
Graceful  awhile  he  paused,  then  mildly  said  : 

"O  friends,  forbear  !  and  be  the  thought  withstood; 
'Tis  horrible  to  shed  imperial  blood  ! 
Consult  we  first  the  all-seeing  powers  above, 
And  the  sure  oracles  of  righteous  Jove. 
If  they  assent,  e'en  by  this  hand  he  dies  ; 
If  they  forbid,  I  war  not  with  the  skies." 

He  said  :  the  rival  train  his  voice  approved, 
And  rising  instant  to  the  palace  moved. 
Arrived,  with  wild  tumultuous  noise  they  sate. 
Recumbent  on  the  shining  thrones  of  state. 

The  Medon,  conscious  of  their  dire  debates, 
The  murderous  counsel  to  the  queen  relates. 
Touch'd  at  the  dreadful  story,  she  descends  : 
Her  hasty  steps  a  damsel  train  attends. 
Full  where  the  dome  its  shining  valves  expands. 
Sudden  belore  the  rival  powers  she  stands  ; 
And,  veiling,  decent,  with  a  modest  shade 
Her  cheek,  indignant  to  Antinoiis  said  : 

"  0  void  of  faith  !  of  all  bad  men  the  worst ! 
Renown'd  for  wisdom,  by  the  abuse  accursed  ! 
Mistaking  fame  proclaims  thy  generous  mind  : 
Thy  deeds  denote  thee  of  the  basest  kind. 
Wretch  1  to  destroy  a  prince  that  friendship  gives. 
While  in  his  guest  his  murderer  he  receives ; 
Nor  dread  superior  Jove,  to  whom  belong 
The  cause  of  suppliants,  and  revenge  of  wrong. 
Hast  thou  forgot,  ungrateful  as  thou  art, 
Who  saved  thy  father  with  a  friendly  part  ? 
Lawless  he  ravaged  with  his  martial  powers 
The  Taphian  pirates  on  ThesproUa's  shores  ; 
Enraged,  his  life,  his  treasures  they  demand  ; 
Ulysses  saved  him  from  the  avenger's  hand. 
And  would'st  thou  evil  for  his  good  repay? 
His  bed  dishonour,  and  his  house  betray  ? 
Afflict  his  queen,  and  with  a  murderous  hand 
Destroy  his  heir  ! — but  cease,  'tis  I  command." 

"Far  hence  those  fears  (Eurymaclius  replied,) 
U  prudent  princess  1  bid  thy  soul  confide. 


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Breathes  there  a  man  who  dares  that  hero  slay, 

While  I  behold  the  golden  light  of  day  ? 

No  :  by  the  righteous  powers  of  heaven  I  swear. 

His  biood  in  vengeance  smokes  upon  my  spear. 

Ulysses,  when  my  infant  days  I  led, 

With  wine  sufficed  me,  and  with  dainties  fed  : 

My  generous  soul  abhors  the  ungrateful  part. 

And  my  friend's  son  lives  nearest  to  my  heart. 

Then  fear  no  mortal  arm  ;  if  Heaven  destroy, 

We  must  resign  :  for  man  is  born  to  die." 

Thus  smooth  he  ended,  yet  his  death  conspired  : 
Then  sorrowing,  with  sad  step  the  queen  retired. 
With  streaming  eyes,  all  comfortless  deplored, 
Touch'd  with  the  dear  remembrance  of  her  lord  : 
Nor  ceased  till  Pallas  bids  her  sorrows  fly. 
And  in  soft  slumber  seal'd  her  flowing  eye. 

And  now  Eumaeus,  at  the  evening  hour. 
Came  late,  returning  to  his  syl  van  bower. 
Ulysses  and  his  son  had  dress'd  with  art 
A  yearling  boar,  and  gave  the  gods  their  part. 
Holy  repast !    That  instant  from  the  skies 
The  martial  goddess  to  Ulysses  flies  : 
She  waves  her  golden  wand,  and  reassumes 
From  every  feature  every  grace  that  blooms  ; 
At  once  his  vestures  change  ;  at  once  she  sheds 
Age  o'er  his  limbs,  that  tremble  as  he  treads  : 
Lest  to  the  queen  the  swain  with  transport  fly. 
Unable  to  contain  the  unruly  joy; 

When  near  he  drew,  the  prince  breaks  forth  :  "  Proclaim 
What  tidings,  friend?  what  speaks  the  voice  of  fame? 
Say,  if  the  suitors  measure  back  the  main. 
Or  still  in  ambush  thirst  for  blood  in  vain  ?  " 

"  Whether  (he  cries)  they  measure  back  the  flood. 
Or  still  in  ambush  thirst  in  vain  for  blood. 
Escaped  my  care  :  where  lawless  sukors  sway, 
Thy  mandate  borne  my  soul  disdain'd  to  stay. 
But  from  the  Hermsean  height  I  cast  a  view, 
Where  to  the  port  a  bark  high- bounding  flew  ; 
Her  freight  a  shining  band  :  with  martial  air 
Each  poised  his  shield,  and  each  advanced  his  spear ; 
And,  if  aright  these  searching  eyes  survey, 
The  eluded  suitors  stem  the  watery  way." 

The  prince,  well  pleased  to  disappoint  their  wiles, 
Steals  on  his  sire  a  glance,  and  secret  smiles. 
And  now,  a  short  repast  prepared,  they  fed 
Till  the  keen  rage  of  craving  hunger  fled  : 
Then  to  repose  withdrawn,  apart  they  lay, 
Aftd  in  soft  sleep  forgot  the  cares  of  day. 


BOOK  xvn. 


ABGUMENT. 

Telemachns  returning  tQ  the  city,  relates  to  Penelope  the  sum  of  his 
travels.  Ulysses  is  conducted  by  Eumaeus  to  the  palace,  where  his 
old  dog  Argus  acknowledges  his  master,  after  an  absence  of  twenty 
years,  and  dies  with  joy.  Eumajua  returns  into  the  country,  and 
Ulysses  remains  among  the  suitors,  whose  behaviour  is  described. 

Soon  as  Aurora,  daughter  of  the  dawn, 
Sprinkled  with  roseate  light  the  dewy  lawn. 
In  haste  the  prince  arose,  prepared  to  part ; 
His  hand  impatient  grasps  the  pointed  dart ; 
Fair  on  his  feet  the  polish'd  sandals  shine. 
And  thus  he  greets  the  master  of  the  swine  : 

"  My  friend,  adieu  !  let  this  .short  stay  suffice ; 
T  haste  to  meet  my  mother's  longing  eyes, 
And  end  her  tears,  her  sorrows  and  her  sighs. 
But  thou,  attentive,  what  we  order  heed  : 
This  hapless  stranger  to  the  city  lead  : 
By  public  bounty  let  him  there  be  fed. 
And  bless  the  hand  that  stretches  forth  the  bread. 
To  wipe  the  tears  from  all  afflicted  eyes. 
My  will  may  covet,  but  my  power  denies. 
If  this  raise  anger  in  the  stranger's  thought, 
The  pain  of  anger  punishes  the  fault : 
The  very  truth  I  undisguised  declare  ; 
For  what  so  easy  as  to  be  sincere  ?  " 

To  this  Ulysses  :     "  What  the  prince  requires 
Of  swift  removal,  seconds  my  desires. 
To  want  like  mine  the  peopled  town  can  yield 
More  hopes  of  comfort  than  the  lonely  field : 
Nor  fits  my  age  to  till  the  labour'd  lands, 
Or  stoop  to  tasks  a  rural  lord  demands. 
Adieu  !  but  since  this  ragged  gi!.rh  can  bear 
So  ill  the  inclemencies  of  morning  air, 
A  few  hours'  space  permit  me  here  to  stay  : 
My  steps  Eumaeus  shall  to  town  convey, 
With  riper  beams  when  Phcebus  warms  the  day. 

Thus  he  •  nor  aught  Telemachus  replied. 
But  left  the  mansion  with  a  lofty  stride  : 
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Schemes  of  revenge  his  pondering  breast  elate, 

Revolving  deep  the  suitors'  sudden  fate. 

Arriving  now  before  the  imperial  hall, 

He  props  his  spear  against  the  pillar'd  wall ; 

Then  like  a  lion  o'er  the  threshold  bounds  ; 

The  marble  pavement  with  his  steps  resounds  : 

His  eye  first  glanced  where  Euryclea  spreads 

With  furry  spoils  of  beasts  the  splendid  beds  : 

She  saw,  she  wept,  she  ran  with  eager  pace. 

And  reach'd  her  master  with  a  long  embrace. 

All  crowded  round,  the  family  appears 

With  wild  entrancement,  and  ecstatic  tears. 

Swift  from  above  descends  the  royal  fair 

(Her  beauteous  cheeks  the  blush  of  Venus  wear, 

Chasten'd  with  coy  Diana's  pensive  air); 

Hangs  o'er  her  son,  in  his  embraces  dies  ; 

Rains  kisses  on  his  neck,  his  face,  his  eyes  ; 

Few  words  she  spoke,  though  much  slie  had  to  say ; 

And  scarce  those  few,  for  tears,  could  force  their  way. 
"  Light  of  my  eyes  :  he  comes  !  unhoped-for  joy  J 

Has  Heaven  from  Pylos  brought  my  lovely  boy  ? 

So  suatch'd  from  all  our  cares  ! — Tell,  hast  thou  known 

Thy  father's  fate,  and  tell  me  all  thy  own." 

"  Oh  dearest  !  most  revered  of  womankind  ! 
Cease  with  those  tears  to  melt  a  manly  mind 
(Replied  the  prince) ;  nor  be  our  fates  deplored, 
From  death  and  treason  to  thy  arms  restored. 
Go  bathe,  and  robed  in  white  ascend  the  towers  ; 
With  all  thy  handmaids  thank  the  immortal  powers ; 
To  every  god  vow  hecatombs  to  bleed. 
And  call  Jove's  vengeance  on  their  guilty  deed. 
While  to  the  assembled  council  I  repair  : 
A  stranger  sent  by  Heaven  attends  me  there  ; 
My  new  accepted  guest  I  ha§te  to  find. 
Now  to  Peirseus'  honour'd  charge  consign'd." 

The  matron  heard,  nor  was  his  word  in  vain. 
She  bathed  ;  and,  robed  in  white,  with  all  her  train. 
To  every  god  vow'd  hecatombs  to  bleed, 
And  caird  Jove's  vengeance  on  the  guilty  deed, 
Arm'd  with  his  lance,  the  prince  then  pass'd  the  gate. 
Two  dogs  behind,  a  faithful  guard,  await ; 
Pallas  his  form  with  grace  divine  improves  : 
The  gazing  crowd  admires  him  as  he  moves. 
Him,  gathering  round,  the  haughty  suitors  greet 
With  semblance  fair,  but  inward  deep  deceit. 
Their  false  addresses,  generous,  he  denied, 
Pass'd  on,  and  sate  by  faithful  Mentor's  side  ; 


25S  THE  ODYSSEY  OP   HOMBR. 

With  Antiphus,  and  Halitherses  sage 
(His  father's  counsellors,  revered  for  age). 
Of  his  own  fortunes,  and  Ulysses'  fame, 
Much  ask'd  the  seniors  ;  till  Peirjeus  came. 
The  stranger-guest  pursued  him  close  behind  ; 
Whom  when  Telemachus  beheld,  he  join'd. 
He  (when  Peiraeus  ask'd  for  slaves  to  bring 
The  gifts  and  treasures  of  the  Spartan  king) 
Thus  thoughtful  answer'd  :  "  Those  we  shall  not  move, 
Dark  and  unconscious  of  the  will  of  Jove-; 
We  know  not  yet  the  full  event  of  all  : 
Stabb'd  in  his  palace  if  your  prince  must  fall, 
Us,  and  our  house,  if  treason  must  o'erthrow, 
Better  a  friend  possess  them  than  a  foe  ; 
If  death  to  these,  and  vengeance  Heaven  decree. 
Riches  are  welcome  then,  not  else,  to  me. 
Till  then  retain  the  gifts." — The  hero  said. 
And  in  his  hand  the  willing  stranger  led. 
Then  disarray'd,  the  shining  bath  they  sought 
(With  unguents  smooth)  of  polish'd  marble  wrought 
Obedient  handmaids  with  assistant  toil 
Supply  the  limpid  wave,  and  fragrant  oil  : 
Then  o'er  their  limbs  refulgent  robes  they  threw, 
And  fresh  from  bathing  to  their  seats  withdrew. 
The  golden  ewer  a  nymph  attendant  brings, 
Replenish'd  from  the  pure  translucent  springs  ; 
With  copious  streams  that  golden  ewer  supplies 
A  silver  laver  of  capacious  size. 
They  wash  :  the  table,  in  fair  order  spread. 
Is  piled  with  viands  and  the  strength  of  bread. 
Full  opposite,  before  the  folding  gate. 
The  pensive  mother  sits  in  humble  state  ; 
Lowly  she  sate,  and  with  dejected  view 
"^The  fleecy  threads  her  ivory  fingers  drew. 
The  prince  and  stranger  shared  the  genial  feast. 
Till  now  the  rage  of  thirst  and  hunger  ceased. 

When  thus  the  queen  :  "  My  son  !  my  only  friend  I 
Say,  to  my  mournful  couch  shall  I  ascend? 
(The  couch  deserted  now  a  length  of  years  ; 
The  couch  for  ever  water'd  with  my  tears  ;) 
Say,  wilt  thou  not  (ere  yet  the  suitor  crew 
Return,  and  riot  shakes  our  walls  anew), 
Say,  wilt  thou  not  the  least  account  afford  ? 
The  least  glad  tidings  of  my  absent  lord?  " 

To  her  the  youth  .  "  We  reach'd  the  Pylian  plains, 
Where  Nestor,  shepherd  of  his  peojile,  reigns. 
All  arts  of  tenderness  to  him  are  known, 


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Kind  to  Ulysses'  race  as  to  his  own  ; 
No  father  with  a  fonder  grasp  of  joy 
Strains  to  his  bosom  his  long-absent  boy. 
But  all  unknown,  if  yet  Ulysses  breathe, 
Or  glide  a  spectre  in  the  realms  beneath  ; 
For  farther  search,  his  rapid  steeds  transport 
My  lengthen'd  journey  to  the  Spartan  court. 
There  Argive  Helen  I  beheld,  whose  charms 
(So  Heaven  decreed)  engaged  the  great  in  arms. 
My  cause  of  coming  told,  he  tUus  rejoin'd  ; 
And  still  his  words  live  perfect  in  my  mind  : 

" '  Heavens  !  would  a  soft,  inglorious,  dastard  train 
An  absent  hero's  nuptial  joys  profane 
So  with  her  young,  amid  the  woodland  shades, 
A  timorous  hind  the  lion's  court  invades, 
Leaves  in  that  fatal  lair  her  tender  fawns. 
And  climbs  ^he  cliffs,  or  feeds  along  the  lawns  ; 
Meantime  returning,  with  remorseless  sway 
The  monarch  savage  rends  the  panting  prey  : 
With  equal  fury,  and  with  equal  fame, 
Shall  great  Ulysses  reassert  his  claim. 
0  Jove  !  supreme  !  whom  men  and  gods  revere  ; 
And  thou  whose  lustre  gilds  the  rolling  sphere  1 
With  power  congenial  join'd,  propitious  aid 
The  chief  adopted  by  the  martial  maid  ! 
Such  to  our  wish  the  warrior  soon  restore, 
As  when,  contending  on  the  Lesbian  shore. 
His  prowess  Philomelides  confess'd, 
And  loud  acclaiming  Greeks  the  victor  bless'd  : 
Then  soon  the  invaders  of  bis  bed,  and  throne. 
Their  love  presumptuous  shall  by  death  atone. 
Now  what  you  question  of  my  ancient  friend. 
With  truth  I  answer  ;  thou  the  truth  attend. 
Learn  what  I  heard  the  sea-born  seer  relate, 
Whose  eye  can  pierce  the  dark  recess  of  fate 
Sole  in  an  isle,  imprison'd  by  the  main. 
The  sad  survivor  of  his  numerous  train, 
Ulysses  lies  ;  detain'd  by  magic  charms. 
And  press'd  unwilling  in  Calypso's  arms. 
No  sailors  there,  no  vessels  to  convey. 
No  oars  to  cut  the  immeasurable  way.' 
This  told  Atrides,  and  he  told  no  more. 
Then  safe  1  voyaged  to  my  native  shore." 

He  ceased  ;  nor  made  the  pensive  queen  reply. 
But  droop'd  her  head,  and  drew  a  secret  sigh. 
When  Theoclymenus  the  seer  began  : 
**  0  Bufiering  consort  of  the  suffering  man  I 


S54  THE  ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEB. 

What  human  knowledge  could,  those  kings  might  tell. 

But  I  the  seerets  of  high  heaven  reveal. 

Before  the  first  of  gods  be  this  declared. 

Before  the  board  whose  blessings  we  have  shared  ; 

Witness  the  genial  rites,  and  witness  all 

This  house  holds  sacred  in  her  ample  wall  I 

E'en  now,  this  instant,  great  Ulysses,  laid 

At  rest,  or  wandering  in  his  country's  shade. 

Their  guiltv  deeds,  in  hearing,  and  in  view. 

Secret  revolves  ;  and  plans  the  vengeance  due. 

Of  this  sure  auguries  the  gods  bestow'd. 

When  first  our  vessel  anchor'd  in  your  road." 

"Succeed  those  omens,  Heaven  !  (the  queen  rejoin'd) 
So  shall  our  bounties  speak  a  grateful  mind  ; 
And  every  envied  happiness  attend 
The  man  who  calls  Penelope  his  friend." 

Thus  communed  they  :  while  in  the  marble  coo*t 
(Scene  of  their  insolence)  the  lords  resort  : 
Athwart  the  spacious  square  each  tries  his  art 
To  whirl  the  disk,  or  aim  the  missile  dart. 

Now  did  the  hour  of  sweet  repast  arrive. 
And  from  the  field  the  victim  flocks  they  drive 
Medon  the  herald  (one  who  pleased  them  best, 
And  honour'd  with  a  portion  of  their  feast), 
To  bid  the  banquet,  interrupts  their  play  : 
Swift  to  the  hall  they  haste  ;  aside  they  lay 
Their  garments,  and  succinct  the  victims  slay. 
Then  sheep,  and  goats,  and  bristly  porkers  bled, 
And  the  proud  steer  was  o'er  the  marble  spread. 

While  thus  the  copious  banquet  they  provide. 
Along  the  road,  conversing  side  by  side. 
Proceed  Ulysses  and  the  faithful  swain  ; 
When  thus  Eumseus,  generous  and  humane : 

"  To  town,  observant  of  our  lord's  behest, 
Now  let  us  speed  ;  my  friend,  no  more  my  guest  1 
Yet  like  myself  I  wish  thee  here  preferr'd. 
Guard  of  the  flock,  or  keeper  of  the  herd. 
But  much  to  raise  my  master's  wrath  I  fear  ; 
Tlie  wrath  of  princes  ever  is  severe. 
Then  heed  his  will,  and  be  our  journey  made 
While  the  broad  beams  of  Phoebus  are  disphty'd. 
Or  ere  brown  evening  spreads  her  chilly  shade." 

"  Just  thy  advice  (the  prudent  chief  rejoin'd), 
And  such  as  suits  the  dictate  of  my  mind. 
Lead  on  :  but  help  me  to  some  staff  to  stay 
My  feeble  step,  since  rugged  is  the  way.  " 

Across  his  shoulders  then  tlie  scrip  he  flung. 


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Wide-patch'd,  and  fasten'd  by  a  twisted  thong. 

A  staff  Eumseus  gave.     Along  the  way 

Cheerly  they  fare  :  behind,  the  keepers  stay  : 

These  with  their  watchful  dogs  (a  constant  guard) 

Supply  his  absence,  and  attend  the  herd. 

And  now  his  city  strikes  the  monarch's  eyes, 

Alas  !  how  changed  !  a  man  of  miseries  ; 

Propp'd  on  a  staff,  a  beggar  old  and  bare 

In  rags  dishonest  fluttering  with  the  air  ! 

Now  pass'd  the  rugged  road,  they  journey  down 

The  cavern'd  way  descending  to  the  town. 

Where,  from  the  rock,  with  liquid  drops  distils 

A  limpid  fount  ;   that  spread  in  parting  rills 

Its  current  thence  to  serve  the  city  brings  ; 

An  useful  work,  adorn'd  by  ancient  kings. 

Neritus,  Ithacus,  Polyctor,  there, 

In  sculptured  stons  immortalized  their  care, 

In  marble  urns  received  it  from  above, 

And  shaded  with  a  green  surrounding  grove  ; 

Where  silver  alders,  in  high  arches  twined. 

Drink  the  cool  stream,  and  tremble  to  the  wind. 

Beneath,  sequester'd  to  the  nymphs,  is  seen 

A  mossy  altar,  deep  embower'd  in  green  ; 

Where  constant  vows  by  travellers  are  paid, 

And  holy  horrors  solemnize  the  shade. 

Here  with  his  goats  (not  vow'd  to  sacred  fame, 
But  pamper'd  luxury)  Melanthias  came  : 
Two  grooms  attend  him.     With  an  envious  look 
He  eyed  the  stranger,  and  imperious  spoke  : 

"  The  good  old  proverb  how  this  pair  fulfil  ! 
One  rogue  is  usher  to  another  still. 
Heaven  with  a  secret  principle  endued 
Mankind,  to  seek  their  own  similitude. 
Where  goes  the  swineherd  with  that  'U-look'd  guest? 
That  giant-glutton,  dreadful  at  a  feast  ! 
Full  many  a  post  have  those  broad  shoulders  worn, 
From  every  great  man's  gate  repulsed  with  scorn  : 
To  no  brave  prize  aspired  the  worthless  swain, 
'Twas  but  for  scraps  he  ask'd,  and  ask'd  in  vain. 
To  beg,  than  work,  he  better  understands, 
Or  we  perhaps  might  take  him  off  thy  liands. 
For  any  oflSce  could  the  slave  be  good, 
To  cleanse  the  fold,  or  help  the  kids  to  food. 
If  any  labour  those  big  joints  could  learn, 
Some  whey,  to  wash  his  bowels,  he  might  earn. 
To  cringe,  to  whine,  his  idle  hands  to  spread, 
is  all,  by  which  that  graceless  maw  is  fed,. 


856  THE   ODYSSEY  OP   HOMEB. 

Yet  hear  me  !  if  thy  impudence  but  dare 
Approach  yon  wall,  I  prophesy  thy  fare  : 
Dearly,  full  dearly,  shalt  thou  buy  thy  bread 
With  many  a  footstool  thundering  at  thy  head." 

He  thus  :  nor  insolent  of  word  alone, 
Spurn'd  with  his  rustic  heel  his  king  unknown  ; 
Spurn'd,  but  not  moved  :  he  like  a  pillar  stood. 
Nor  stirr'd  an  inch,  contemptuous,  from  the  road  : 
Doubtful,  or  with  his  staff  to  strike  him  dead. 
Or  greet  the  pavement  with  his  worthless  head. 
Short  was  that  doubt  ;  to  quell  his  rage  inured. 
The  hero  stood  self-conquer'd,  and  endured. 
But  hateful  of  the  wretch,  Eumseus  heaved 
His  hands  obtesting,  and  this  prayer  conceived  : 
"  Daughters  of  Jove  !  who  from  the  ethereal  bowers 
Descend  to  swell  the  springs,  and  feed  the  flowers  ! 
Nymphs  of  this  fountain  !  to  whose  sacred  names 
Our  rural  victims  mount  in  blazing  flames  I 
To  whom  Ulysses'  piety  preferr'd 
The  yearly  firstlings  of  his  flock  and  herd  ; 
Succeed  my  wish,  your  votary  restore  : 
Oh,  be  some  god  his  convoy  to  our  shore  ! 
Due  pains  shall  punish  then  this  slave's  offence. 
And  humble  all  his  airs  of  insolence. 
Who,  proudly  stalking,  leaves  the  herds  at  large. 
Commences  courtier,  and  neglects  his  charge." 

"  What  mutters  he?  (Melanthius  sharp  rejoins  ;) 
This  crafty  miscreant,  big  with  dark  designs  ? 
The  day  shall  come — nay,  'tis  already  near — 
When,  slave  !  to  sell  thee  at  a  price  too  dear 
Must  be  my  care  ;  and  hence  transport  thee  o'er, 
A  load  and  scandal  to  this  happy  shore. 
Oh  1  that  as  surely  great  Apollo's  dart. 
Or  some  brave  suitor's  sword,  might  pierce  the  heart 
Of  the  proud  son  ;  as  that  we  stand  this  hour 
In  lasting  safety  from  the  father's  power  ! " 

So  spoke  the  wretch,  but,  shunning  farther  fray, 
Turn'd  his  proud  step,  and  left  them  on  their  way. 
Straight  to  the  feastful  palace  he  repair'd. 
Familiar  enter'd,  and  the  banquet  shared  ; 
Beneath  Eurymachus,  his  patron  lord, 
He  took  his  place,  and  plenty  heap'd  the  board. 

Meantime  they  heard,  soft  circling  in  the  sky 
Sweet  airs  ascend,  and  heavenly  minstrelsy 
(For  Phemius  to  the  lyre  attuned  the  strain)  : 
Ulysses  hearken'd,  then  address'd  the  swain  : 
'  Well  may  this  palace  admiratiou  claim, 


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Great  and  respondent  to  the  master's  fame  ! 

Stage  above  stage  the  imperial  structure  stands. 

Holds  the  chief  honours,  and  the  town  commands :  ' 

High  walls  and  battlements  the  cou  rts  inclose. 

And  the  strong  gates  defy  a  host  of  foes. 

Far  other  cares  its  dwellers  now  employ  ;  -, ' 

The  throng'd  assembly  and  the  feast  of  joy  : 

I  see  the  smokes  of  sacrifice  aspire, 

And  hear  (what  graces  every  feast)  the  lyre." 

Then  thus  Eumaeus  :  "  Judge  we  which  were  best ; 
Amidst  yon  revellers  a  sudden  guest 
Choose  you  to  mingle,  while  behind  I  stay  ? 
Or  I  first  entering  introduce  the  way? 
Wait  for  a  space  without,  but  wait  not  long  ; 
This  is  the  house  of  violence  and  wrong  : 
Some  rude  insult  thy  reverend  age  may  bear  ; 
For  like  their  lawless  lords  the  servants  are." 

"  Just  is,  O  friend  !  thy  caution,  and  address'd  ' 

(Replied  the  chief,  to  no  unheedful  breast  :) 
The  wrongs  and  injuries  of  base  mankind 
P'resh  to  my  sense,  and  always  in  my  mind. 
The  bravely-patient  to  no  fortune  yields  : 
On  rolling  oceans,  and  in  fighting  fields. 
Storms  have  I  pass'd,  and  many  a  stern  debate  ; 
And  now  in  humbler  scene  submit  to    ate. 
What  cannot  want  ?    The  best  .he  will  expose, 
And  I  am  learn'd  in  all  her  train  of  woes  ; 
She  fills  with  navies,  hosts,  and  loud  alarms, 
The  sea,  the  land,  and  shakes  the  world  with  arms  l" 

Thus,  near  the  gates  conferring  as  :hey  drew, 
Argus,  the  dog,  his  ancient  master  ^cnew  : 
He  not  unconscious  of  the  voice  and  iread, 
Lifts  to  th*-  sound  his  ear,  and  rearo  1  is  head ; 
Bred  by  Ulysses,  nourish'd  at  his  bDard, 
But,  ah  !  not  fated  long  to  please  his  lord  ; 
To  him,  his  swiftness  and  liis  strength  were  vain ; 
The  voice  of  glory  call'd  him  o'er  the  main. 
Till  then  in  every  sylvan  chase  >  enown'd. 
With  Argus.  Argus,  rung  the  woods  around  ; 
With  him  the  youth  pursued  the  goat  or  fawn. 
Or  traced  the  mazy  leveret  o'er  the  lawn. 
Now  left  to  man's  ingratitude  he  lay, 
Unhoused,  neglected  in  the  public  way; 
And  where  on  hc^aps  the  rich  manure  was  spread. 
Obscene  with  reptiles,  took  his  sordid  bed. 

He  knew  his  lord  ;  he  knew,  and  strove  to  meet } 
In  vain  he  strove  to  crawl  and  kiss  hit.  feet  j 


253  THE  ODYSSEY  OF  HOMEB. 

Yet  (all  lie  could)  liis  tail,  his  tears,  liis  eyes. 

Salute  his  master,  and  confess  his  joys. 

Soft  pity  toufh'd  the  mighty  master's  soul  ; 

Adown  his  clieek  a  tear  unbidden  stole. 

Stole  unper.-eived  :  he  turn'd  his  head  and  dried 

The  drop  humane  :  then  thus  impassion'd  cried  : 

"  What  noble  beast  in  this  abandon'd  state 
Lies  here  all  helpless  at  Ulysses'  gat-e  ? 
His  bulk  and  beauty  speak  no  vu'gar  praise  : 
If,  as  he  seems,  he  was  in  better  days. 
Some  care  his  age  deserves  ;  or  was  he  prized 
For  worthless  beauty  ?  therefore  now  despised  ; 
Such  dogs  and  men  there  are,  mere  things  of  state  ; 
And  always  cherish'd  by  their  friends,  the  great." 

"Not  Argus  so,  (Eunupus  thus  rejoin'd,) 
But  served  a  master  of  a  nobler  kind, 
Who,  never,  never  shall  behold  him  more  ! 
Long,  long  since  perish'd  on  a  distant  shore  ! 
Oh  had  you  seen  him,  vigorous,  bold,  and  young. 
Swift  as  a  stag,  and  as  a  lion  strong  : 
Him  no  fell  savage  on  the  plniu  withstood, 
None  'scaped  him  bosom'd  in  the  gloomy  wood  ; 
His  eye  how  piercing,  and  his  scent  how  true. 
To  wind  the  vapour  on  the  tainted  dew  I 
Sucli,  when  Ulysses  left  his  natal  coast : 
Now  years  unnerve  him,  and  his  lord  is  lost  I 
The  women  keep  the  generous  creature  bare, 
A  sleek  and  idle  race  is  all  their  care  : 
The  master  gone,  the  servants  what  restrains? 
Or  dwells  humanity  where  riot  reigns? 
Jove  fix'd  it  certain,  that  whatever  day 
Makes  man  a  slave,  takes  half  his  worth  away." 

This  said,  the  honest  herdsman  strode  before  ; 
The  musing  monarch  pauses  at  the  door  : 
The  dog,  whom  Fate  had  granted  to  behold 
His  lord,  when  twenty  tedious  years  had  roll'd. 
Takes  a  last  look,  and  having  seen  him,  dies  ; 
So  closed  for  ever  faithful  Argus'  eyes  ! 

And  now  Telemachus,  the  first  of  all, 
Observed  Euma5us  entering  in  the  hall ; 
Distant  he  saw,  across  the  shady  dome  ; 
Then  gave  a  sign,  and  beckon'd  him  to  come  ; 
There  stood  an  empty  seat,  where  late  was  placed. 
In  order  due,  thi^  steward  of  the  feast, 
(Who  now  was  busied  carving  round  the  board,) 
Eumaeus  took,  and  placed  it  near  his  lord. 
i/efore  lum  instant  was  the  banquet  spread, 


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And  the  bright  basket  piled  with  loaves  of  bread. 

Next  came  Ulysses  lowly  at  the  door, 
A  figure  despicable,  old,  and  poor. 
In  squalid  vests,  with  many  a  gaping  rent, 
Propp'd  or.  a  staff,  and  trembling  as  he  went. 
Then,  resting  on  the  threshold  of  the  gate, 
Against  a  cvpress  pillar  leaii'd  his  weight 
(Smooth'd  b>  the  workman  to  a  polish'd  plane) ; 
i  he  thoughtful  son  beheld,  and  cull'd  his  s%/ain  : 

"  These  viands,  and  this  bread,  Eumaeus  I  bear. 
And  let  yon  mendicant  our  plenty  share  : 
And  let  him  circle  round  the  suitors'  board. 
And  try  the  bounty  of  each  gracious  lord. 
Bold  let  him  ask,  encouraged  thus  by  me  : 
How  ill,  alas  !  do  want  and  shame  agree  !  " 

His  lord's  command  the  faithful  servant  bears  : 
The  seeming  beggar  answers  with  his  prayers : 
"  Bless'd  be  Telemaclius  !  in  every  deed 
Inspire  him,  Jove  !  in  every  wish  succeed  1 " 
This  said,  the  portion  from  his  son  convev'd 
With  smiles  receiving  on  his  scrip  he  laid. 
Long  has  the  minstrel  swept  the  sounding  wire, 
He  fed,  and  ceased  when  silence  held  the  lyre. 
Soon  as  the  suitors  from  the  banquet  rose, 
Minerva  prompts  the  man  of  mighty  woes 
To  tempt  their  bounties  with  a  .suppliant's  art, 
And  learn  the  generous  from  the  ignoble  heart 
(Not  but  his  soul,  resentful  as  humane, 
Dooms  to  full  vengeance  all  the  offending  train)  ; 
With  speaking  eyes,  and  voice  of  plaintive  sound, 
Humble  he  moves,  imploring  all  around. 
The  proud  feel  pity,  and  relief  bestow. 
With  such  an  image  touch'd  of  human  woe  ; 
Inquiring  all,  theii-  wonder  they  confess, 
And  eye  the  man,  majestic  in  distress. 

While  thus  they  gaze  and  question  with  their  eyes, 
The  bold  Melanthius  to  tlieir  thought  replies  : 
"  My  lords  !  this  stranger  of  gigantic  .  ort 
The  good  Eumaeus  uslier'd  to  your  court. 
Full  well  I  maik'd  the  featuies  of  his  lace, 
Though  all  unknown  his  ^lime,  or  n  bl '  race." 

"And  is  this  present,  swineherd  !     f  *hy  hand? 
Bring'st  th  u  these  VHgrantj  i.   inf.  it  the  land? 
(Returns  Antin  'iis  with  retorted  ^ye) 
Objects  uncoi^h,  to  check  the  genial  joy. 
Enough  of  these  our  court  already  grace,  i 

Of  giant  stomach,  and  of  famish'd  face.  '^ 


360  THE   ODYSSEY  OF  HOMEE.        ' 

Such  guests  Eumapus  to  liis  country  briiiijs, 
To  share  our  feast,  and  lead  the  life  of  kings." 

To  whom  the  Imspitable  swain  rejoins  : 
"  Thy  passion,  prince,  belies  thy  knowing  mind. 
Who  calls,  from  distant  nations  to  his  own, 
The  poor,  distinguish'd  by  their  wants  alcnc  ? 
Round  tlio  wide  world  are  sought  those  men  divine 
Who  public  structures  raise,  or  who  design  ; 
Those  to  whose  eyes  the  gods  their  ways  revf  al. 
Or  bless  with  salutary  arts  to  heal ; 
But  chief  to  poets  such  respect  belongs. 
By  rival  nations  courted  for  their  songs  ; 
These  states  invite,  and  mighty  kings  admire, 
Wide  as  the  sun  displays  his  vital  fire. 
It  is  not  so  with  want '  how  few  that  feed 
A  wretch  unhappy,  merely  for  his  need  ! 
Unjust  to  me,  and  all  that  serve  the  state, 
To  love  Ulysses  is  to  raise  thy  hate. 
For  me,  suffice  the  approbation  won 
Of  my  great  mistress,  and  her  godlike  son." 

To  him  Telemachus  :  "  No  more  incense 
The  man  by  nature  prone  to  insolence  : 
Injurious  minds  just  answers  but  provoke" — 
Then  turning  to  Antinoiis,  thus  he  spoke  : 
"  Thanks  to  thy  care  !  whose  absolute  command 
Thus  drives  the  stranger  from  our  court  and  land 
Heaven  bless  its  owner  with  a  better  mind  I 
From  envy  free,  to  charity  inclined. 
This  both  Penelope  and  I  afford  : 
Then,  prince  !  be  bounteous  of  Ulysses'  board. 
To  give  another's  is  thy  hand  so  slow  ? 
So  much  more  sweet  to  spoil  than  to  bestow?" 

"  Whence,  gnmt  Telemachus  !  this  lofty  strain  ? 
(Antinoiis  cries  with  insolent  disdain)  : 
Portions  like  mine  if  every  suitor  gave. 
Our  walls  this  twelvemonth  should  not  see  the  slave.' 

He  spoke,  an-.l  lifting  high  above  the  board 
His  ponderous  v'ootstool,  shook  it  at  his  lord. 
The  rest  with  equal  hand  conferr'd  the  bread  : 
He  fill'd  his  scrip,  and  to  the  threshold  sped  ; 
But  first  before  Antinoiis  stopp'd,  and  Sfxid  : 
"  Bestow,  my  friend  !  thou  dost  not  seem  the  worst 
Of  all  the  Greeks,  but  prince-like  and  the  first  ; 
Ihen,  as  in  dignity,  be  first  in  worth. 
And  I  shall  praise  thee  tli rough  the  boundless  earth. 
Once  I  enjoy'd  in  iuxury  of  state 
Whate'er  gives  mi.n  tiie  envied  name  cf  £:rcat  \ 


DISCOVERT   OP   UliYSSEB   TO   TELEMACHUS.  26 1 

Wealth,  servants,  friends,  were  mine  in  better  days 

And  hospitality  was  then  my  praise  ; 

In  every  sorrowing  soul  I  poiir'd  delight, 

And  poverty  stood  smiling  in  my  siirlit. 

But  Jove,  all  governing,  whose  only  will 

Determines  fate,  and  mingles  good  wiili  ill, 

Sent  me  (to  punish  my  pursuit  of  gain) 

With  roving  pirates  o'er  the  Egyptian  main  • 

By  Egypt's  silver  flood  our  ships  we  moor  ; 

Our  spies  commission'd  straight  the  coast  explore*, 

But  impotent  of  mind,  the  lawless  will 

The  country  ravage,  and  the  natives  kill. 

The  spreading  clamour  to  their  city  flies, 

And  horse  and  foot  in  mingled  tumults  rise  : 

The  reddening  dawn  reveals  the  hostile  fields, 

Horrid  with  bristly  spears,  and  gleaming  shields  : 

Jove  thunder'd  on  their  side  :  our  guilty  head 

We  turn VI  to  flight ;  the  gathering  vengeance  spread 

On  all  parts  round,  and  heaps  on  heaps  lay  dead. 

Some  few  the  foe  in  servitude  detain  ; 

Death  ill  exchanged  for  bondage  and  for  pain  ! 

Unhappy  me  a  Cyprian  took  aboard. 

And  gave  to  Dmetor,  Cyprus'  haughty  lord  : 

Hitker,  to  'scape  his  chains,  my  course  I  steer, 

Still  cursed  by  Fortune,  and  insulted  here  !  " 

To  whom  Antinoiis  thus  his  rage  express'd  : 
"  What  god  has  plagued  us  with  this  gourmand  guest? 
Unless  at  distance,  wretch  i  thou  keep  behind. 
Another  isle,  than  Cyprus  more  unkind, 
Another  Egypt  shalt  thou  quickly  find. 
From  all  thou  begg'st,  a  bold  audacious  slave ; 
Nor  all  can  give  so  much  as  thou  canst  crave. 
Nor  wonder  I,  at  such  profubion  shown  ; 
Shameless  they  give,  who  give  what's  not  their  own." 

The  chief,  retiring  :  "  Souls,  like  that  in  thee, 
111  suits  such  forms  of  grace  and  dignity. 
Nor  will  that  hand  to  utmost  need  afford 
The  smallest  portion  of  a  wasteful  board, 
Whose  luxury  whole  patrimonies  sweeps. 
Yet  starving  want,  amidst  the  riot,  Aveeps." 

The  haughty  suitor  with  resentment  burns. 
And,  sourly  smiling,  this  reply  returns  : 
"  Take  that,  ere  yet  thou  quit  this  princely  throng ; 
And  dumb  for  ever  be  thy  slanderous  tongue  !  " 
He  said,  and  high  the  whirling  tripod  flung. 
His  shoulder-blade  received  the  ungentle  shock  ; 
He  stood,  and  moved  not,  like  a  marble  rock  ; 


263  THE  ODTSSET  OF  HOMER. 

But  sliook  his  thoughtful  head,  nor  more  complain'd. 

Sedate  of  soul,  liis  character  sustain'd. 

And  inly  form'd  revenge  :  then  back  withdrew  : 

Before  his  feet  tlie  well  fill'd  scrip  he  threw. 

And  thus  with  semblance  mild  addres.s'd  the  crew  : 

"  May  wliat  I  speak  your  princely  minds  approve. 
Ye  peers  and  rivals  in  this  noble  love  ! 
Not  for  the  hurt  I  grieve,  but  for  the  cause. 
If,  when  the  sword  our  country's  quaiTel  draws. 
Or  if,  defending  what  is  justly  dear. 
From  Mars  impartial  some  broad  wound  we  beax. 
The  generous  motive  dignifies  the  scar. 
But  for  mere  want,  how  hard  to  suffer  wrong  1 
Want  brings  enough  of  other  ills  along  I 
Yet,  if  injustice  never  be  secure. 
If  fiends  revenge,  and  gods  assert  the  poor. 
Death  shall  lay  low  the  proud  aggressor's  head. 
And  make  the  dust  Antinoiis'  l)ridal  bed." 

"  Peace,  wretch  !  and  eat  thy  bread  without  offence 
(The  suitor  criedj,  or  force  shall  drag  thee  hence. 
Scourge  through  the  public  street,  and  cast  thee  there, 
A  mangled  carcase  for  the  hounds  to  tear." 

His  furious  deed  the  general  anger  moved, 
All,  even  the  worst,  condemn'd  :  and  some  reproved. 
"  Was  ever  chief  for  wars  like  these  reuf)wn'd  ? 
Ill  fits  the  stranger  and  the  po:)r  to  wound. 
Unbless'd  thy  hand  !  if  in  this  low  disguise 
Wander,  perhaps,  some  inmate  of  tlie  skies  ; 
They  (curious  oft  of  mortal  actions)  deign 
In  forms  like  these  to  round  the  earth  and  main, 
Just  and  unjust  recording  in  tlieir  mind, 
And  with  sure  eyes  inspecting  all  mankind." 

Telemachus,  absorb'd  in  thouglit  s;^vere, 
Nourish'd  deep  anguish,  though  he  shed  no  tear", 
But  the  dark  brow  of  silent  sorrow  shook  : 
While  til  us  I, is  mother  to  her  virgins  spoke  : 

"  On  him  and  his  may  the  briglit  god  of  day 
That  base,  inhospitable  lilow  repay  !  " 
The  nurse  replies  :  "  If  Jove  receives  my  prayer. 
Not  one  survives  to  breathe  to-morrow's  air." 

"  All,  all  are  foes,  and  miscliief  is  their  end  ; 
Antinoiis  most  to  gloomy  death  a  friend 
(Replies  the  queen) :  the  stranger  begg'd  their  grace. 
And  melting  pity  soften'd  every  face  ; 
From  every  other  hand  redress  he  found, 
But  fell  Antinoiis  answer'd  with  a  wound." 
Amidst  her  maids  thus  spoke  the  prudent  queen, 


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Then  bade  Eumaeus  call  the  pilgrim  in. 

"Much  of  the  experienced  man  I  long  to  hear, 

If  or  his  certain  eye,  or  listening  ear, 

Have  learn'd  tlie  fortunes  of  my  wandering  lord?' 

Thus  she,  and  good  Eumaeus  took  the  word  : 
"  A  private  audience  if  thy  grace  impart, 

The  stranger's  words  may  ease  the  royal  heart. 

His  sacred  eloquence  in  balm  distils. 

And  the  soothed  heart  with  secret  pleasure  fills. 

Three  days  have  spent  their  beams,  three  nights  have  run 

Their  silent  journey,  since  his  tale  begun, 

Unfinish'd  yet  :  and  yet  I  thirst  to  hear  ! 

As  when  some  heaven-taught  poet  charms  the  ear 

(Suspending  sorrow  with  celestial  strain 

Breathed  from  tlie  gods  to  soften  human  pain) 

Time  steals  away  with  unregarded  wing. 

And  the  soul  hears  him,  though  he  cease  to  sing. 

"  Ulysses  late  he  saw,  on  Cretan  ground 
(His  father's  guest),  for  Minos'  birth  renown'd. 
He  now  but  waits  the  wind  to  Avaft  him  o'er, 
With  boundless  treasure,  from  Thesprotia's  shore." 

To  this  the  queen  :  "  The  wanderer  let  me  hear. 
While  yon  luxurious  race  indulge  their  cheer. 
Devour  the  grazing  ox,  and  browsing  goat, 
And  turn  my  generous  vintage  down  their  throat. 
For  Where's  an  arm,  like  thine,  Ulysses  !  strong, 
To  curb  wild  riot,  and  to  punish  wrong?" 

She  spoke.     Telemachus  then  sneezed  aloud  ; 
Constrain'd,  his  nostril  echoed  tlirough  the  crowd. 
The  smiling  queen  the  happy  omen  bless'd  : 

"  So  may  these  impious  fall,  by  Fate  oppress'd  ! " 
Then  to  Eumaeus  :  "  Bring  the  stranger,  fly  ! 
And  if  my  questions  meet  a  true  reply. 
Graced  with  a  decent  robe  he  shall  retire, 
A  gift  in  season  which  his  wants  require." 

Thus  spoke  Penelope.     Eumseus  ilies 
In  duteous  haste,  and  to  Ulysses  cries  : 
"  The  queen  invites  thee,  venerable  guest  ! 
A  secret  instinct  moves  her  troubled  breast. 
Of  her  long  absent  lord  from  thee  to  gain 
Some  light,  and  soothe  her  .soul's  eternal  pain. 
If  true,  if  faithful  thou,  her  grateful  mind 
Of  decent  robes  a  present  has  design'd  : 
So  finding  favour  in  the  royal  eye. 
Thy  other  wants  her  subjects  shall  supply." 

"  Fair  truth  alone  (the  patient  man  replied) 
My  words  shall  dictate,  and  my  lips  shall  guide. 


264  THE   ODTSSET  OF   HOMES. 

To  him,  to  me,  one  common  lot  was  given, 
lu  equal  woes,  alas  !  involved  by  Heaven. 
Much  of  his  fates  I  know  ;  hut  check'd  by  fear 
I  stand  ;  the  hand  of  violence  is  here  : 
Here  boundless  wrongs  the  starry  skies  invade. 
And  injured  suppliants  seek  in  vain  for  aid. 
Let  for  a  space  the  pensive  queen  attend, 
Nor  claim  my  story  till  the  sun  descend  ; 
Then  in  such  robes  as  suppliants  may  require, 
Composed  and  cheerful  by  the  genial  fire, 
When  loud  uproar  and  lawless  riot  cease. 
Shall  her  pleased  ear  receive  my  words  in  peace." 

Swift  to  the  queen  returns  the  gentle  swain  : 
"  And  say  (she  cries),  does  fear  or  shame  detain 
The  cautious  stranger  ?     With  the  begging  kind 
Shame  suits  but  ill."     Eumaeus  thus  rejoin'd  : 

"  He  only  asks  a  more  propitious  hour, 
And  shuns  (who  would  not  ?)  wicked  men  in  power  ; 
At  evening  mild  (meet  season  to  confer) 
By  turns  to  question,  and  by  turns  to  hear." 

"  Whoe'er  this  guest  (the  prudent  queen  replies) 
His  every  step  and  every  thought  is  wise. 
For  men  like  these  on  earth  l;e  shall  not  find 
In  all  the  miscreant  race  of  human  kind." 

Thus  she.     Eumaeus  all  her  words  attends. 
And,  parting,  to  the  suitor  powers  descends  ; 
There  seeks  Telemachus,  and  thus  apart 
In  whispers  breathes  the  fondness  of  his  heart : 

"The  time,  my  lord,  invites  me  to  repair 
Hence  to  the  lodge  ;  my  charge  demands  my  care. 
These  sons  of  murder  thirst  thy  life  to  take  ; 
O  guard  it,  guard  it,  for  thy  servant's  sake  1 " 

' '  Thanks  to  my  friend  ( he  cries )  :  but  now  the  hour 
Of  night  draws  on,  go  seek  the  rural  bower : 
But  first  refresh  :  and  at  the  dawn  of  day 
Hither  a  victim  to  the  gods  convey. 
Our  life  to  Heaven's  immortal  powers  we  trust. 
Safe  in  their  care,  for  Heaven  protects  the  just.  " 

Observant  of  his  voice,  Eumaeus  sate 
And  fed  recumbent  on  a  chair  of  state. 
Then  instant  rose,  and  as  he  moved  along, 
'Twas  riot  all  amid  the  suitor  throng, 
They  feast,  they  dance,  and  raise  the  mirthful  song 
Till  now,  declining  towards  the  close  of  day, 
The  sun  obliquely  shot  his  dewy  ray. 


BOOK  XVIIL 

i  

AKGUMENT. 

THE  FIGHT  OF  ULYSSES  AND  IBTTS. 

The  begear  Irns  insults  ITlvsses  ;  the  snitors  promote  the  quarrel,  in 
which  Iras  is  worsted,  and  miserably  handled  Penelope  deaccucis, 
and  receives  the  presents  of  the  suitors.  The  dialogue  of  XFlysses  with 
Eurymachus. 

While  fix'd  in  thought  the  pensive  hero  sate, 

A  mendicant  approach'd  the  royal  gate  ; 

A  surly  vagrant  of  the  giant  kind, 

The  stain  of  manhood,  of  a  coward  mind : 

From  feast  to  feast,  insatiate  to  devour, 

He  flew,  attendant  on  the  genial  hour. 

Him  on  his  mother's  knees,  when  babe  he  lay, 

She  named  Arnasus  on  his  natnl  day  : 

But  Irus  his  associates  called  the  boy. 

Practised  the  common  messenger  to  fly  ; 

Irus,  a  name  expressive  of  the  employ. 

From  his  own  roof,  with  meditated  blows, 
He  strove  to  drive  the  man  of  mighty  woes : 

"Hence,  dotard  !  hence,  and  timely  speed  thy  way, 
Lest  dragg'd  in  vengeance  thou  repent  thy  stay  ; 
See  how  with  nods  assent  yon  princely  train  ! 
But  honouring  age,  in  mercy  I  refrain  ; 
In  peace  away  !  lest,  if  persuasions  fail, 
This  arm  with  blows  more  eloquent  prevail." 
To  whom,  with  stern  regard  :     "0  insolence. 
Indecently  to  rail  without  offence  ! 
What  bounty  gives  without  a  rival  share  ; 
I  ask,  what  harms  not  thee,  to  breathe  this  air  : 
Alike  on  alms  we  both  precarious  live  : 
And  canst  thou  envy  when  the  great  relieve  ? 
Know,  from  the  bounteous  heavens  all  riches  flow. 
And  what  man  gives,  the  gods  by  man  bestow  ; 
Proud  as  thou  art,  henceforth  no  more  be  proud, 
Lest  I  imprint  my  vengeance  in  thy  blood  ; 
Old  as  I  am,  should  once  my  fury  burn. 
How  would'st  thou  fly,  nor  e'en  in  thought  return  I 
(265; 


266  THE   ODYSSEY  OF  HOMER. 

"  Mere  woman-glutton  !  (thus  the  churl  replied  ;) 
A  tongue  so  flippant,  w  ith  a  throat  so  wide  ! 
Why  cease  I,  gods  !  to  dash  those  teeth  away, 
Like  some  wild  boar's,  that,  greedy  of  his  prey, 
Uproots  the  bearded  corn  ?     Rise,  try  the  fight, 
Gird  well  thy  loins,  approach,  and  feel  my  might  : 
Sure  of  defeat,  before  tlie  peers  engage  : 
Unequal  fight,  when  youth  contends  with  age  !  " 

Thus  in  a  wordy  war  their  tongues  display 
More  fierce  intents,  preluding  to  the  fray  ; 
Antinoils  hears,  and  in  a  jovial  vein. 
Thus  with  loud  laughter  to  the  suitor  train  : 

"  This  happy  day  in  mirth,  my  friends,  employ. 
And  lo  !  the  gods  conspire  to  crown  our  joy  ; 
See  ready  for  the  figlit,  and  hand  to  hand, 
Yon  surly  mendicants  contentious  stand  : 
Why  urge  we  not  to  blows  ! "     Well  pleased  they  spring 
Swift  from  their  seats,  and  thickening  form  a  ring. 

To  whom  Antinoils  :  "  Lo  !  enrich 'd  with  blood, 
A  kid's  well-fatted  entrails  (tasteful  food) 
On  glowing  embers  lie  ;  on  him  bestow 
The  choicest  portion  who  subdues  his  foe  ; 
Grant  him  unrivall'd  in  these  walls  to  stay, 
The  sole  attendant  on  the  genial  day." 

The  lords  applaud  :  Ulysses  then  with  art, 
And  fears  well-feign'd,  disguised  his  dauntless  heart  • 

"  Worn  as  I  am  with  age,  decay 'd  with  woe  ; 
Say,  is  it  baseness  to  decline  the  foe? 
Hard  conflict  !  when  calamity  and  age 
With  vigorous  youth,  unknown  to  cares,  engage  I 
Yet,  fearful  of  disgrace,  to  try  the  day 
Imperious  hanger  bids,  and  I  obey  ; 
But  swear,  impartial  ai  biters  of  right. 
Swear  to  stand  neutral,  while  we  cope  in  fight." 

The  peers  assent :  when  straight  his  sacred  head 
Telemachus  upraised,  and  sternly  said  : 

"  Stranger,  if  prompted  to  chastise  the  wrong 
Of  this  bold  insolent,  confide,  be  strong  ! 
The  injurious  Greek  that  dares  attempt  a  blow, 
That  instant  makes  Telemachus  his  foe  ; 
And  these  my  friends  shall  guard  the  sacred  ties 
Of  hospitality,  for  they  are  wise." 

Then,  girding  his  strong  loins,  the  king  prepares 
To  close  in  combat,  and  his  body  bares  ; 
Broad  spread  his  shoulders,  and  his  nervous  thighs 
By  just  degrees,  like  well-turn'd  colunms,  rise  • 
Ample  his  chest,  his  arms  are  round  and  long. 


FIGHT   OP    ULYSSES  AND   rROS.  267 

And  each  strong  joint  Minerva  knits  more  strong 

(Attendant  on  her  chief)  :  the  suitor-crowd 

With  wpnder  gaze,  and  gazing  spcalc  aloud  : 

"  Irus  !  alas  !  shall  Irus  be  no  move? 

Black  fate  impends,  and  this  the  avenging  hour  I 

Gods  !  how  his  nerves  a  matchless  strength  proclaim. 

Swell  o'er  his  well-strung  limbs,  and  brace  his  frame  1* 

Then  pale  with  fears,  and  sickening  at  the  sight. 
They  dragg'd  the  unwilling  Irus  to  the  fight ; 
From  his  blank  visage  fled  the  coward  blood. 
And  his  flesh  trembled  as  aghast  he  stood. 

"  0  that  such  baseness  should  disgrace  the  light ! 
O  hide  it,  death,  in  everlasting  night ! 
(Exclaims  Antinoiis  ;)  can  a  vigorous  foe 
Meanly  decline  to  combat  age  and  woe  ? 
But  hear  me,  wretch  !  if  recreant  in  the  fray 
That  huge  bulk  yield  this  ill-contested  day, 
Instant  thoti  sail'st,  to  Eschetus  resigu'd ; 
A  tyrant  fiercest  of  the  tyrant  kind. 
Who  casts  thy  mangled  ears  and  nose  a  prey 
To  hungry  dogs,  and  lops  the  man  away." 

While  with  indignant  scorn  he  sternly  spoke. 
In  every  joint  the  trembling  Irus  shook. 
Now  front  to  front  each  frowning  champion  stands 
And  poises  high  in  air  his  adverse  hands. 
The  chief  yet  doubts,  or  to  the  shades  below 
To  fell  the  giant  at  one  vengeful  blow. 
Or  save  his  life  ;  and  soon  his  life  to  save 
The  king  resolves,  for  mercy  sways  the  brave. " 
That  instant  Irus  his  huge  arm  extends. 
Full  on  his  shoulder  the  rude  weight  descends  J 
The  sage  Ulysses,  fearful  to  disclose 
The  hero  latent  in  the  man  of  woes, 
Check'd  half  his  miglit  ;  yet  rising  to  the  stroke. 
His  jawbowne  dash'd,  the  crashing  jawljone  broke  : 
Down  dropp'd  he  stupid  from  the  stunning  wound  ; 
His  feet  extended  quivering,  beat  the  ground  ; 
His  mouth  and  nostrils  spout  a  purple  flood  ; 
His  teeth,  all  shatter'd,  rush  inmix'd  with  blood. 

The  peers  transported,  as  outstretch'd  he  lies. 
With  bursts  of  laughter  rend  the  vaulted  skies  ; 
Then  dragg'd  along,  all  bleeding  from  the  wound. 
His  length  of  carcase  trailing  prints  the  ground  : 
Raised  on  his  feet,  again  he  reels,  he  falls, 
Till  propp'd,  reclining  on  the  palace  walls  : 
Then  to  his  hand  a  staff  the  victor  gave, 
And  thus  with  just  reproach  addl'ess'd  the  slave  i 


268  THE   ODYSSEY  OF  HOMER. 

"  There  terrible,  affright  with  dogs,  and  reign 

A  dreaded  tyrant  o'er  the  bestial  train  ! 

But  mercy  to  the  poor  and  stranger  show, 

Lest  Heaven  in  vengeance  send  some  mightier  woe." 

Scornful  he  spoke,  and  o'er  his  shoulder  flung 
The  broad-patch'd  scrip  in  tatters  hung 
111  jain'd,  and  knotted  to  a  twisted  thong. 
Then,  turning  short,  disdain'd  a  further  stay  ; 
But  to  the  palace  measured  back  the  way. 
There,  as  he  rested  gathering  in  a  ring, 
The  peers  with  smiles  address'd  their  unknown  king: 
"  Stranger,  may  Jove  and  all  the  aerial  powers 
With  every  blessing  crown  thy  happy  hours  ! 
Our  freedom  to  thy  prowess'd  arm  we  owe 
From  bold  intrusion  of  thy  coward  foe  : 
Instant  the  flying  sail  the  slave  shall  wing 
To  Eschetus,  the  monster  of  a  king." 

While  pleased  he  hears,  Antinolis  bears  the  food, 
A  kid's  well-fatted  entrails,  rich  with  blood  : 
The  bread  from  canisters  of  shining  mould 
Amphinomus  ;  and  wines  that  laugh  in  gold  : 
"  And  oh  !  (he  mildly  ciies)  may  Heaven  display 
A  beam  of  glory  o'er  thy  future  day  ! 
Alas,  the  brave  too  oft  is  dofim'd  to  bear 
The  gripes  of  poverty  and  stings  of  care." 

To  whom  with  thought  mature  the  king  replies  : 
"  The  tongue  speaks  wisely,  when  tlie  soul  is  wise  : 
Such  was  thy  father  !  in  imperial  state. 
Great  without, vice,  that  oft  attends  the  great : 
Nor  from  the  sire  art  thou,  the  son,  declin'd  ; 
Then  hear  my  words,  and  grave  them  in  thy  mind  ! 
Of  all  that  breathes,  or  grovelling  creeps  on  earth. 
Most  man  in  vain  !  calamitous  by  birth  : 
To-day,  with  power  elate,  in  strength  he  blooms  ; 
The  haughty  creature  on  that  power  presumes  : 
Anon  from  Heaven  a  sad  reverse  he  feels  : 
Untaught  to  bear,  'gainst  Heaven  the  wretch  rebels. 
For  man  is  changeful,  as  his  bliss  or  woe  ! 
Too  high  when  prosperous,  when  distress'd  too  low. 
There  was  a  day,  when  with  the  scornful  great 
I  svrell'd  in  pomp  and  arrogance  of  state  ; 
Proud  of  the  power  that  to  high  birth  belongs  ; 
And  used  that  power  to  justify  my  wrongs. 
Then  let  not  man  be  proud  ;  but  firm  of  mind, 
Bear  the  best  humbly,  and  the  worst  res'^n'd  ; 
Be  dumb  when  Heaven  afflicts  !  unlike  yofl  traia 
Of  haughty  spoilers,  insolently  vain  j 


riOHT  OP  ULTBSES   AND   ERUS.  269 

Who  make  tteir  queen  and  all  her  wealth  a  prey  t 

But  vengeance  and  Ulysses  wing  their  way. 

O  may'st  thou,  favour'd  by  some  guardian  power. 

Far,  far  be  distant  in  that  deatbful  hour ! 

For  sure  I  am,  if  stern  Uljsses  breathe, 

These  lawless  riots  end  in  blood  and  death." 

Then  to  the  gods  the  rosy  juice  he  pours. 
And  the  drain'd  goblet  to  the  chief  restores. 
Stung  to  the  soul,  o'ercast  with  holy  dread. 
He  shook  the  graceful  honours  of  his  head  ; 
His  boding  mind  the  future  woe  forestalls. 
In  vain  !  by  great  Telemachus  he  falls. 
For  Pallas  seals  his  doom  :  all  sad  he  turns 
To  join  the  peers  ;  resumes  his  throne,  and  moanUL 

Meanwliile  Minerva  with  instinctive  fires 
Thy  soul,  Penelope,  from  Heaven  inspires  ; 
Wi'th  flattering  hopes  the  suitors  to  betray. 
And  seem  to  meet,  yet  fly,  the  bridal  day  : 
Thy  husband's  wonder,  and  thy  son's  to  raise  ; 
And  crown  the  mother  and  the  wife  with  praise. 
Then,  while  the  streaming  sorrow  dims  her  eyes. 
Thus,  with  a  transient  smile,  the  matron  cries  : 

"  Eurynome  !  to  go  where  riot  reigns 
I  feel  an  impulse,  though  my  scul  disdains  ; 
To  my  loved  son  the  snares  of  death  to  show. 
And  in  the  traitor  friend,  unmask  the  foe  ; 
Who,  smooth  of  tongue,  in  purpose  insincere. 
Hides  fraud  in  smiles,  while  death  is  ambush'd  there. 

"  Go,  warn  thy  son,  nor  be  the  warning  vain 
(Replied  the  sagest  of  the  royal  train)  ; 
But  bathed,  anointed,  and  adorn'd,  descend  ; 
Powerful  of  charms,  bid  every  grace  attend  ; 
The  tide  of  flowing  tears  awhile  suppress  ; 
Tears  but  indulge  the  sorrow,  not  repress. 
Some  joy  remains  :  to  thee  a  son  is  given. 
Such  as,  in  fondness,  parents  ask  of  Heaven." 

"  Ah  me  !  forbear  !"  returns  the  queen,  "  forbear. 
Oh  I  talk  not,  talk  not  of  vain  beauty's  care  ; 
No  more  I  bathe,  since  he  no  longer  sees 
Those  charms,  for  whom  alone  I  wish  to  please. 
The  day  that  bore  Ulysses  from  this  coast 
Blasted  the  little  bloom  these  cheeks  could  boast 
But  instant  bid  Autonoe  descend. 
Instant  Hippodame  our  steps  attend  ; 
Dl  suits  it  female  virtue,  to  be  seen 
Alone,  indecent,  in  the  wa.ks  of  men." 

Then  while  Eurynome  the  mandate  beansfi 


270  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMER. 

From  heaven  Minerva  shoots  with  guardian  cares ; 
O'er  all  her  senses,  as  the  couch  she  press'd, 
She  pours,  a  pleasing,  deep  and  death-like  rest, 
With  every  beauty  every  feature  arms, 
Bids  her  cheeks  glow,  and  lights  up  all  her  charms ; 
In  her  love-darting  eyes  awakes  the  fires 
(Immortal  gifts  !  to  kindle  soft  desires)  ; 
From  limb  to  limb  an  air  majestic  sheds. 
And  the  pure  ivory  o'er  her  bosom  spreads. 
Such  Venus  shines,  when  with  a  measured  bound 
She  smoothly  gliding  swims  the  harmonious  round. 
When  with  the  Graces  in  the  dance  she  moves. 
And  fires  the  gazing  gods  with  ardent  loves. 

Then  to  the  skies  her  flight  Minerva  bends, 
And  to  the  queen  the  damsel  train  descends  : 
Waked  at  their  steps,  her  flowing  eyes  unclose  ; 
The  tears  she  wipes,  and  thus  renews  her  woes  : 
"  Howe'er  'tis  well  that  sleep  awhile  can  free. 
With  soft  forgetfulness  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
Oh  !  were  it  given  to  yield  this  transient  breath. 
Send,  O  Diana  !  send  the  sleep  of  death  ! 
Why  must  I  waste  a  tedious  life  in  tears. 
Nor  bury  in  the  silent  grave  my  cares  ? 
O  my  Ulysses  !  ever  honour'd  name  ! 
For  thee  I  mourn  till  death  dissolves  ray  frame." 

Thus  wailing-,  slow  and  sadly  she  descends. 
On  either  hand  a  damsel  train  attends  : 
Full  where  the  dome  its  shining  valves  expands. 
Radiant  before  the  gazing  peers  she  stands  ; 
A  veil  translucent  o'er  her  brow  display'd, 
Her  beauty  seems,  and  only  seems,  to  shade  : 
Sudden  she  lightens  in  their  dazzled  eyes, 
And  sudden  flames  in  every  bosom  rise  ; 
They  send  their  eager  souls  with  every  look. 
Till  silence  thus  the  imperial  matron  broke  : 

"  O  why  !  my  son,  why  now  no  more  appears 
That  warmth  of  soul  that  urged  thy  younger  years  ? 
Thy  riper  days  no  growing  worth  impart, 
A  man  in  stature,  still  a  boy  in  heart  I 
Thy  well  knit  frame  unprofitably  strong, 
Speaks  thee  a  hero,  from  a  hero  sprung  : 
But  the  just  gods  in  vain  those  gifts  bestow, 
0  wise  alone  in  form,  and  brave  in  show  I 
Heavens  !  could  a  stranger  feel  oppression's  hand 
Beneath  thy  roof,  and  couldst  thou  tamely  stand? 
If  thou  the  stranger's  righteous  cause  decline, 
His  is  the  sufferance,  but  the  shame  is  thine." 


FIGHT  OP   ULT6SES  AND   IRUS.  S71 

To  whom,  with  filial  awe,  the  prince  I'eturns  : 
"  That  generous  soul  with  just  resentment  burns  ; 
Yet,  taught  by  time,  my  heart  has  learn'd  to  glow 
For  others'  good,  and  melt  at  others'  woe  ; 
But,  impotent  those  riots  to  repel, 
I  bear  their  outrage,  though  my  soul  reb  1  ; 
Helpless  amid  the  snares  of  death  I  tread, 
And  numbers  leagued  in  impious  r  lion  dread ; 
But  now  no  crime  is  theirs  :  this  wrong  proceeds 
From  Irus,  and  the  guilty  Irus  bleeds. 
Oh  would  to  Jove  !  or  her  whose  arms  display 
The  shield  of  Jove,  or  him  who  rules  the  day  ! 
That  yon  proud  suitors,  who  licentious  tread 
These  courts,  within  these  courts  like  Irus  bled  : 
Whose  loose  head  tottering,  as  with  wine  oppress'd. 
Obliquely  drops,  and  nodding  knocks  his  breast ; 
Powerless  to  move,  his  staggering  feet  deny 
The  coward  wretch  the  privilege  to  fly." 

Then  to  the  queen  Eurymachus  replies  : 
"  O  justly  loved,  and  not  more  fair  than  wise  ! 
Should  Greece  through  all  her  hundred  states  survey 
Thy  finish'd  charms,  all  Greece  would  own  thy  sway 
In  rival  crowds  contest  the  glorious  prize. 
Dispeopling  realms  to  gaze  upon  thy  eyes  : 
O  woman  !  loveliest  of  the  lovely  kind, 
In  body  perfect,  and  complete  in  mind." 

"  Ah  me  !  (returns  the  queen)  when  from  this  shore 
Ulysses  sail'd,  then  beauty  was  no  more  ! 
The  gods  decreed  these  eyes  no  more  should  keep 
Their  wonted  grace,  but  only  serve  to  weep. 
Should  he  return,  whate'er  my  beauties  prove, 
My  virtues  last  ;  my  brightest  charm  is  Ijve. 
Now,  grief,  thou  all  art  mine  !  the  gods  o'ercast 
My  soul  with  woes,  that  long,  ah  long  must  last  I 
Too  faithfully  my  heart  retains  the  day 
That  sadly  tore  my  royal  lord  away  : 
He  grasp'd  my  hand,  end,  '  O  my  spouse  !  I  leave 
Thy  arms  (he  cried),  p-.rhaps  to  find  a  grave  : 
Fame  speaks  the  Trojans  bold  ;  they  boast  the  skill 
To  give  the  feather'd  arrow  wings  to  kill. 
To  dart  the  spear,  and  guide  the  rushing  car 
With  dreadful  inroad  through  the  walks  of  war. 
My  sentence  is  gone  forth,  and  'tis  decreed 
Perhaps  by  righteous  Heaven  that  I  must  bleed  ! 
My  father,  mother,  all  I  trust  to  thee  ; 
To  them,  to  ihem,  transfer  thj  love  of  me  : 
But,  wlieh  my  sou  grows  man,  tLe  royal  sway 


273  THE  ODYSSEY  OP   HOMER. 

Resign,  and  happy  'i)e  thy  bridal  day  ! ' 

Such  were  his  words  ;  and  Hymen  now  prepares 

To  light  his  torch,  and  give  me  up  to  cares  ; 

The  afflictive  hand  of  wrathful  Jove  to  bear  : 

A  wretch  the  most  complete  that  breathes  the  air  1 

Fall'n  e'en  below  the  rights  to  woman  due  I 

Careless  to  please,  with  insolence  ye  woo  I 

The  generous  lovers,  studious  to  succeed, 

Bid  their  whole  herds  and  flocks  in  banquets  bleed,* 

By  precious  gifts  the  vow  sincere  display  : 

You,  only  you,  make  her  ye  love  your  prey." 

Well-pleased  Ulysses  hears  his  queen  deceive 
The  suitor-train,  and  raise  a  thirst  to  give  : 
False  hopes  she  kindles,  but  those  hopes  betray. 
And  promise,  y(  t  elude,  the  bridal  day. 

While  yet  she  speaks,  the  gay  Antinolls  cries: 
"  Offspring  of  kings,  and  more  than  woman  wise ! 
Tis  right ;  'tis  man's  prerogative  to  give. 
And  custom  bids  thee  without  shame  receive  ; 
Yet  never,  never,  from  thy  dome  we  move, 
Till  Hymen  lights  the  torch  of  spousal  love ." 

The  peers  despatch'd  their  heralds  to  convey 
The  gifts  of  love  ;  Avith  speed  they  take  the  way, 
A  robe  Antinoiis  gives  of  shining  dyes. 
The  varying  hues  in  gay  confusion  rise 
Rich  from  the  artist's  hand  !     Twelve  clasps  of  gold 
Close  to  the  lessening  waist  the  vest  infold  I 
Down  from  the  swelling  loins  the  vest  unbound 
Floats  in  bright  waves  redundant  o'er  the  ground, 
A  bracelet  rich  with  gold,  with  amber  gay, 
That  shot  effulgence  like  the  solar  ray, 
Eurymachus  presents  :  and  ear-rings  bright, 
With  triple  stars,  that  casts  a  trembling  light. 
Pisander  bears  a  necklace  wrought  with  art : 
And  every  peer,  expressive  of  his  heart, 
A  gift  bestows  :  this  done,  the  queen  ascends, 
And  slow  behind  her  damsel  train  attends. 

Then  to  the  dance  they  form  the  vocal  straiB, 
Till  Hesperus  leads  forth  the  starry  train  ; 
And  now  he  raises,  as  the  daylight  fades, 
His  golden  circlet  in  the  deepening  shades  : 
Three  vases  heap'd  with  copious  fires  display 
O'er  all  the  palace  a  fictitious  day  ; 
From  space  to  space  the  torch  wide-beaming  bunu% 
And  sprightly  damsels  trim  the  rays  by  turns. 

To  whom  the  king  :  "111  suits  your  sex  to  stay 
Alone  with  men  I  ye  modest  maids,  away  I 


FIOHT  OP   ULYSSES   AND   IHUS.  276 

Go,  with  tho  queen  ;  the  spindle  guide  ;  or  cull 
(The  partners  of  her  cares)  the  silver  wool  ; 
Be  it  my  task  tlie  torches  to  supply 
E'en  till  the  morning  lamp  adorns  the  sky  ; 
E'en  till  the  morning,  with  unwearied  care. 
Sleepless  I  watch  ;  for  I  have  learn'd  to  bear." 

Scornful  they  heard  :  Melantho,  fair  and  young, 
(Melantho,  from  the  loins  of  Dolius  sprung. 
Who  with  the  queen  her  years  an  infant  led. 
With  the  soft  fondness  of  a  daughter  bred,) 
Chiefly  derides  :  regardless  of  the  cares 
Her  queen  endures,  polluted  joys  she  shares 
Nocturnal  with  Eurymachus  :  with  eyes 
That  speak  disdain,  the  wanton  thus  replies  : 
"Oh  I  whitlier  wanders  thy  distemper'd  brain, 
Thou  bold  intruder  on  a  princely  train? 
Hence,  to  the  vagrants'  rendezvous  repair  ; 
Or  shun  in  some  black  forge  the  midnight  air. 
Proceeds  this  boldness  from  a  turn  of  soul, 
Or  flows  licentious  from  the  copious  bowl  ? 
Is  it  that  vanquish'd  Irus  swells  thy  mind  ? 
A  foe  may  meet  thee  of  a  braver  kind. 
Who,  shortening  with  a  storm  of  blows  thy  stay, 
Shall  send  thee  howling  all  in  blood  away  ! " 

To  wliom  with  frowns  :  "  O  impudent  in  wrong  ! 
Thy  lord  shall  curb  that  insolence  of  tongue  ; 
Know,  to  Telemachus  1  tell  the  offence  ; 
The  scourge,  tlie  scourge  shall  lash  thee  into  sense." 

With  conscious  shame  they  hear  the  stern  rebuke, 
Nor  longer  durst  sustain  the  sovereign  look. 

Then  to  the  servile  task  the  monarch  turns 
His  royal  hands  :  each  torch  refulgent  burns 
With  added  day  :  meanwhile  in  museful  mood, 
Absorb'd  in  thought,  on  vengeance  fix'd  he  stood. 
And  now  the  martial  maid,  by  deeper  wrongs 
To  rouse  Ulysses,  points  the  suitors'  tongues  : 
Scornful  of  age,  to  taunt  the  virtuous  man, 
Thoughtless  and  gay,  Eurymachus  began  : 

"Hear  me  (he  cries),  confederates  and  friends  ! 
Some  god,  no  doubt,  this  stranger  kindly  sends  ; 
The  shining  baldness  of  his  head  survey, 
It  aids  our  torchlight,  and  reflects  the  ray." 

Then  to  the  king  that  levell'd  haughty  Troy  : 
"  Say,  if  large  hire  can  tempt  thee  to  employ 
Those  hands  in  work  ;  to  tend  the  rural  trade. 
To  dress  the  walk,  and  form  the  embowering  shade. 
So  food  and  raiment  constant  will  1  give  : 


274  THE  ODTSSEY  OP  HOMER. 

But  idly  thus  thy  soul  prefers  to  live, 

And  starve  by  strolling,  not  by  work  to  thrive." 

To  whom  incensed  :  "  Should  we,  O  prince,  engage 
In  rival  tasks  beneath  the  burning  rage 
Of  summer  suns  ;  were  both  coustrain'd  to  wield 
Foodless  the  scythe  along  the  burden'd  field  ; 
Or  should  we  labour  while  the  ploughshare  wounds. 
With  steers  of  equal  strength,  the  allotted  grounds. 
Beneath  my  labours,  how  thy  wondering  eyes 
Might  see  the  sable  field  at  once  arise  ! 
Should  Jove  dire  war  unloose,  with  spear  and  shield. 
And  nodding  helm,  I  tread  the  ensanguined  field, 
Fierce  in  the  van  :  then  wouldst  thou,  wouldst  thou, — say, — 
Misname  me  glutton,  in  that  glorious  day  ? 
No,  thy  ill-judging  thoughts  the  brave  disgrace 
'Tis  thou  injurious  art,  not  I  am  base. 
Proud  to  seem  brave  among  a  coward  train  I 
But  now,  thou  art  not  valorous,  but  vain. 
God  !  should  the  stern  Ulysses  rise  in  might, 
These  gates  would  seem  too  narrow  for  thy  flight." 

While  yet  he  speaks,  Eurymachus  replies. 
With  indignation  flashing  from  his  eyes  : 

"  Slave,  I  with  justice  might  deserve  the  wrong. 
Should  I  not  punish  that  opprobrious  tongue. 
Irreverent  to  the  great,  and  uncontroU'd, 
Art  thou  from  wine,  or  innate  folly,  bold  ? 
Perhaps  these  outrages  from  Irus  flow, 
A  worthless  triumph  o'er  a  worthless  foe  I" 

He  said,  and  Avith  full  force  a  footstool  threw : 
Whirl'd  from  his  arm,  with  ei'ring  rage  it  flew  : 
Ulysses,  cautious  of  the  vengeful  foe, 
Stoops  to  the  ground,  and  disappoints  the  blow. 
Not  so  a  youth,  who  deals  the  goblet  round, 
Full  on  his  shoulder  it  inflicts  a  wound  ; 
Dash'd  from  his  hand  the  sounding  goblet  flies. 
He  shrieks,  he  reels,  he  falls,  and  breathless  lies. 
Then  wild  uproar  and  clamour  mount  the  sky. 
Till  mutual  thus  the  peers  indignant  cry  : 
"  Oh  had  this  stranger  sunk  to  realms  beneath. 
To  the  black  realms  of  darkness  and  of  death. 
Ere  yet  he  trod  these  shores  1  to  strife  he  draws 
Peer  against  peer  ;  and  what  the  weighty  cause  ? 
A  vagabond  !  for  him  the  great  destroy, 
In  vile  ignoble  jars,  the  feast  of  joy." 

To  whom  the  stern  Telemachus  uprose  : 
"  Gods  !  what  wild  folly  from  the  goblet  flows  I 
Whence  this  unguarded  openness  of  soul, 


FIGHT   OP   ULYSSES   AND   IRU8.  375 

But  from  the  license  of  the  copious  bowl  1 
Or  Heaven  delusion  sends  :  but  hence  away  ! 
Force  I  forbear,  and  without  force  obey." 

Silent,  abash'd,  they  hear  tlie  stern  rebuke. 
Till  thus  Amphinomus  the  silence  broke: 

"  True  are  his  words,  and  he  whom  truth  offends. 
Not  with  Telemachus,  but  truth  contends  ; 
Let  not  the  hand  of  violence  invade 
The  reverend  stranger,  or  the  spotless  maid  ; 
Retire  we  hence,  but  crown  with  rosy  wine 
The  flowing  goblet  to  the  powers  divine  ! 
Guard  he  his  guest  beneath  whose  roof  he  stands  : 
This  justice,  this  the  social  rite  demands." 

The  peers  assent  :  the  goblet  Mulius  crown'd 
With  purple  juice,  and  bore  in  order  round  : 
Each  peer  successive  his  libation  pours 
To  the  blest  gods  who  fill'd  the  ethereal  bowers  : 
Then  swill'd  with  wine,  with  noise  the  crowds  obey, 
^.nd  rushing  forth,  tumultuous  reel  away. 


BOOK  XIX. 
ARGUMENT. 

TKB  BrsCOTEBT  OP  ULTSBES  TO  ETTSTCLBA. 

tJlysses  and  his  son  remove  the  weapons  out  of  the  amionry.  Ulysses, 
in  conversation  with  Peneiope,  gives  a  fictitious  account  of  his  adven- 
tures ;  then  assures  her  he  had  formerly  enteitained  her  husband  in 
Crete  ;  and  describes  exactly  his  person  and  dress  ;  affirms  to  have 
heard  of  him  in  Phaeacia  and  Thesprotia,  and  that  his  return  is  certain, 
and  within  a  month.  He  then  goes  to  battle,  and  is  attended  by  Eury- 
clea,  who  discovers  him  to  be  Ulysses  by  the  scar  upon  his  leg,  which 
he  formerly  received  in  hunting  the  wild  boar  on  Parnassus.  The 
poet  inserts  a  digression  relating  that  accident,  with  all  its  particulara. 

Consulting  secret  with  the  blue-eyed  maid, 
Siill  in  the  dome  divine  Ulysses  stay'd  : 
Revenge  mature  for  act  inflamed  his  breast  ; 
And  thus  the  son  the  fervent  sire  address'd  : 

"  Instant  convey  tbose  steely  stores  of  war 
To  distant  rooms,  di^-posed  with  secret  care  : 
The  cause  demanded  by  the  suitor-train, 
To  soothe  their  ft  ars.  a  specious  reason  feign  : 
Say,  since  Ulysses  left  his  natal  coast. 
Obscene  with  smoke,  their  beamy  lustre  lost. 
His  arms  deform  the  roof  they  wont  adorn  : 
From  the  glad  walls  inglorious  lumber  torn. 
Suggest,  that  Jove  the  peaceful  thought  inspired. 
Lest  they,  by  sight  of  swords  to  fury  fired, 
Dishonest  wounds,  or  violence  of  soul. 
Defame  the  oridal  feast  and  friendly  bowl." 

The  prince,  obedient  to  the  sage  command. 
To  Euryclea  thus  :   "  The  female  band 
In  their  apartments  keep  ;  secure  the  doors ; 
These  swarthy  arms  among  the  covert  stores 
Are  seemlier  hid  ;  my  thoughtless  youth  they  blame, 
Imbrown'd  with  vapour  of  the  smouldering  flame." 

"  In  happier  hour  (pleased  Euryclea  cries), 
Tutour'd  by  early  woes,  grow  early  wise  ; 
Inspect  with  sharpen'd  sight,  and  frugal  care. 
Your  patrimonial  wealth,  a  prudent  heir. 
But  who  the  lightecl  taper  will  provide 
(  376  ) 


DISCOVERY   OF   ULTSSES   TO   RUTlTCLEA. 

(Tlie  female  train  retired)  your  toils  to  guide?" 
"  Without  infriiii^ing  hospitable  right, 

This  guest  (lie  cried)  sliall  bear  the  guiding  light : 

I  cheer  no  lazy  vagrants  witli  repast  ; 

They  share  the  meal  that  earn  it  ere  they  taste. 
He  said  :  from  female  ken  sho  straight  secures 

The  purposed  deed,  and  guards  the  bolted  doors  : 

Auxiliar  to  his  son,  Ulysses  bears 

The  plumv-crestcd  helms  and  pointed  spears, 

With  shields  indented  deep  in  glorious  wars. 

Minerva  viewless  on  her  charge  attends, 

And  with  her  golden  lamp  his  toil  befriends. 

Not  such  the  sickly  beams,  which  unsincere 

Gild  the  gross  vapour  of  this  nether  sphere  ! 

A  present  deity  the  prince  confess'd, 

And  wrapp'd  with  ecstasy  the  sire  address  d  : 
"  What  miracle  thus  dazzles  Avith  surprise  ! 

Distinct  in  rows  the  radiant  columns  rise  ; 

The  walls,  where'er  my  wondering  sight  I  turn, 

And  roofs,  amidst  a  blazs  of  glory  burn  ! 

Some  visitant  of  pure  ethereal  race 

With  his  bright  presence  deigns  the  dome  to  grace. 
"  Be  calm  (replies  the  sire)  ;  to  none  impart. 

But  oft  revolve  the  vision  in  thy  heart  : 

Celestials,  mantled  in  excess  of  light, 

Can  visit  unapproach'd  by  mortal  sight.      _ 
Seek  thou  repose  :  whilst  here  I  sole  remain. 
To  explore  the  conduct  of  the  female  tram  : 
The  pensive  queen,  perchance,  desires  to  know 
The  series  of  my  toils,  to  soothe  her  woe." 

With  tapers  flaming  day  his  train  attends, 
His  bright  alcove  the  obsequious  youth  ascends  : 
Soft  slumberous  shades  his  drooping  eyelids  close. 
Till  on  her  eastern  throne  Aurora  glows. 

Whilst,  forming  plans  of  death,  Ulysses  stay  d. 
In  counsel  secret  with  the  martial  maid. 
Attendant  nymphs  in  beauteous  order  wait 
The  queen,  descending  from  her  bower  of  state. 
Her  cheeks  the  warmer  blush  of  Venus  wear. 
Chasten'd  with  coy  Diana's  pensive  air. 
An  ivory  seat  with  silver  ringlets  graced. 
By  famed  Icmalius  wrought,  the  menials  placed  : 
With  ivory  silver'd  thick  the  footstool  shone, 
O'er  which  the  panther's  various  hide  was  thrown. 
The  sovereign  seat  with  graceful  air  she  press'd  ; 
To  difEerent  tasks  their  toil  the  nymphs  address'd  : 
The  golden  goblets  some,  and  some  restored 


377 


378  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMER. 

From  stains  of  luxury  the  polish'd  board  : 
These  to  remove  the  expiring  embers  came, 
While  those  with  unctuous  fir  foment  the  flame. 

'Twas  then  Melantho  with  imperious  mien 
Renew'd  the  attack,  incontinent  of  spleen  : 
"  Avaunt  (she  cried),  offensive  to  my  sight  ! 
Deem  not  in  ambush  here  to  lurk  by  night. 
Into  the  woman-state  asquint  to  pry  ; 
A  day-devourer,  and  an  evening  spy  ! 
Vagrant,  begone  !  before  this  blazing  brand 
Shall  urge  " — and  waved  it  hissing  in  her  hand. 

The  insulted  hero  rolls  his  wrathful  eyes. 
And  ' '  Why  so  turbulent  of  soul  ?  (he  cries  ;) 
Can  these  lean  shrivell'd  limbs,  unnerved  with  age, 
These  poor  but  honest  rags,  enkindle  rage  ? 
In  cri)wds,  we  wear  the  badge  of  hungry  fate  ; 
And  beg,  degraded  from  superior  state  ! 
Constrain'd  a  rent-charge  on  the  rich  I  live  ; 
Reduced  to  crave  the  good  I  once  could  give  : 
A  palace,  wealth,  and  slaves,  I  late  possess'd, 
And  all  that  makes  the  great  be  call'd  the  bless'd  : 
My  gate,  an  emblem  of  my  open  soul, 
Embraced  the  poor,  and  dealt  a  bounteous  dole. 
Scorn  not  the  sad  reverse,  injurious  maid  ! 
'Tis  Jove's  high  will,  and  be  his  will  obey'd  ! 
Nor  think  thyself  exempt :  that  rosy  prime 
Must  share  the  general  doom  of  withering  time  : 
To  some  new  channel  soon  the  changeful  tide 
Of  royal  grace  tli-^  offended  queen  may  guide  ; 
And  her  loved  lord  unpliime  thy  towering  pride. 
Or,  were  he  dead,  'tis  wisdom  to  beware  : 
Sweet  blooms  the  prince  beneath  Apollo's  care  ; 
Your  deeds  with  quick  impartial  eye  surveys, 
Potent  to  punish  what  he  cannot  praise." 

Her  keen  reproach  had  reach'd  the  sovereign's  ear 
"  Loquacious  insolent  !  (she  cries,)  forbear  ; 
To  thee  the  purpose  of  my  soul  I  told  ; 
Venial  discourse,  unblamed,  with  him  to  hold  ; 
The  storied  labours  of  my  wandering  lord. 
To  soothe  my  grief  he  haply  may  record  : 
Yet  him,  my  guest,  thy  venom'd  rage  hath  stung  ; 
Thy  head  shall  pay  the  forfeit  of  thy  tongue  I 
But  thou' on  whom  my  palace-cares  depend, 
Eurynome,  regard  the  stranger-friend  : 
A  seat,  soft  spread  with  furry  spoils,  prepare  ; 
Due-distant  for  us  both  to  speak,  and  hear." 

The  menial  fair  ol^ys  with  duteous  haste  ; 


DISCOVERY   OP   ULYSSES   TO   EURYCLEA,  279 

A.  seat  adorn'd  Avilli  furry  spoils  slie  placed  : 
Due-distant  for  discourse  the  liero  sate  ; 
When  thus  the  sovereign  from  her  chair  of  state  : 
'■'  Reveal,  obsequious  to  my  first  demand, 
Thy  name,  thy  lineage,  and  thy  natal  land." 

He  thus  :     "  O  queen  !  whose  far-resounding  fame 
Is  boujided  only  by  the  starry  frame. 
Consummate  pattern  of  imperial  sway. 
Whose  pious  rule  a  warlike  race  obey  ! 
In  wavy  gold  thy  summer  vales  are  dress'd  ; 
Thy  autumns  bind  with  copious  fruit  oppress'd  : 
With  flocks  and  herds  each  grassy  plain  is  stored , 
And  fish  of  every  fin  thy  seas  afford  : 
Their  affluent  joys  the  grateful  realms  confess ; 
And  bless  the  power  that  still  delights  to  bless. 
Gracious  permit  this  prayer,  imperial  dame  ! 
Forbear  to  know  my  lineage,  or  my  name  : 
Urge  not  this  breast  to  heave,  these  eyes  to  weep; 
In  sweet  oblivion  let  my  sorrows  sleep  ! 
My  woes  awaked,  will  violate  your  ear. 
And  to  this  gay  censorious  train  appear 
A  whiny  vapour  melting  in  a  tear." 

"  Their  gifts  the  gods  resumed  (the  queen  rejoin' d), 
Exterior  grace,  and  energy  of  mind, 
When  the  dear  partner  of  my  nuptial  joy, 
Auxiliar  troops  combined,  to  conquer  Troy. 
My  lord's  protecting  hand  alone  would  raise 
My  drooping  verdure,  and  extend  my  praise  ! 
Peers  from  the  distant  Samian  shore  resort : 
Here  with  Dulicliians  join'd,  besiege  the  court : 
Zacynthus,  green  with  ever-shady  groves. 
And  Ithaca,  presumptuous,  boast  their  loves  : 
Obtruding  on  my  choice  a  second  lord, 
They  press  the  Hymenaean  rite  abhorr'd. 
Misrule  thus  mingling  with  domestic  cares, 
I  live  regardless  of  my  state  affairs  ;  ,• 

Receive  no  stranger-guest,  no  poor  relieve  ; 
But  ever  for  my  lord  in  secret  grieve  ! — 
This  art,  instinct  by  some  celestial  power, 
I  tried,  elusive  of  the  bridal  hour  : 

"  '  Ye  peers,  (I  cry,)  who  press  to  gain  a  heart. 
Where  dead  Ulysses  claims  no  future  part ; 
Rebate  your  loves,  each  rival  suit  suspend. 
Till  this  funeral  web  my  labours  end  : 
Cease,  till  to  good  Lae  i  tes  I  bequeath 
A  pall  of  state,  the  ornament  of  death. 
For  when  to  fate  he  bows,  each  Grecian  dame 


^80  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

With  just  reproach  were  licensed  to  defame, 
Should  he,  long  honour'd  in  supreme  command. 
Want  the  last  duties  of  a  daughter's  hand.' 
The  fiction  pleased  ;  their  loves  I  long  elude  ; 
The  night  still  ravell'd  what  the  day  renew'd  : 
Three  years  successful  in  my  heart  conceal'd, 
My  ineffectual  fraud  the  fourth  reveal'd  : 
Befriended  by  my  own  domestic  spies, 
The  woof  uu wrought  the  suitor-train  surprise. 
From  nup':ial  rites  they  now  no  more  recede. 
And  fear  forbids  to  falsify  the  brede. 
My  anxious  parents  iirge  a  speedy  choice. 
And  to  their  suffrage  gain  the  filial  voice. 
For  rule  mature,  Telemachus  deplores 
His  dome  dishonour'd,  and  exhausted  stores— 
But,  stranger  !  as  thy  days  seem  full  of  fate, 
Pivide  discourse,  in  turn  thy  birth  relate  : 
Thy  port  asserts  thee  of  distinguish'd  race  ; 
No  poor  unfather'd  product  of  disgrace." 

"  Princess  !  (he  cries,)  renew'd  by  your  command. 
The  dear  remembrace  of  my  native  land 
Of  secret  grief  unseals  the  fruitiul  source  ; 
Fond  tears  repeat  their  long-forgotten  course  ! 
So  pays  the  wretch  whom  fate  constrains  to  roam. 
The  dues  of  nature  to  his  natal  home  ! — 
But  inward  on  my  soul  let  sorrow  prey. 
Your  sovereign  will  my  duty  bids  obey. 

"  Crete  awes  the  circling  waves,  a  fruitful  soil  \ 
And  ninety  cities  crown  the  sea-born  isle  : 
Mix'd  with  her  genuine  sons,  ado  )ted  names 
In  various  tongues  avow  their  various  claims  ; 
Cydonians,  dreadful  with  the  bended  yew. 
And  bold  Pelasgi  boast  a  native's  due  : 
The  Dorians,  plumed  amid  the  files  of  war, 
Her  foodful  glebe  with  fierce  Achaians  share  ; 
Cnossus,  her  capital  of  high  command  ; 
Where  sceptred  Minos  with  impartial  hand 
Divided  right :  each  ninth  revolving  year, 
By  Jove  received  in  council  to  confer. 
His  son  Deucalion  bore  successive  sway  : 
His  son,  who  gave  me  first  to  view  the  day  I 
The  royal  bed  an  elder  issue  bless'd, 
Idomeneus  whom  Ilion  fields  attest 
Of  matchless  deeds  :  untrain'd  to  martial  toil, 
I  lived  inglorious  in  my  native  isle. 
Studious  of  peace,  and  ^Ethon  is  my  name. 
'Twas  then  to  Crete  the  great  Ulysses  came. 


DISCO V  En Y   OF   ULYSSES   TO   EUBYCLEA.  281 

For  elemental  war,  and  wintry  Jove, 

From  Malea's  gusty  cape  liis  navy  drove 

To  bright  Lucina's  fane  ;  the  slielfy  coast 

Where  loud  Amnisus  in  the  deep  is  lost. 

His  vessel's  moor'd  (an  incommodious  port !) 

The  hero  speeded  to  the  Cnossian  court : 

Ardent  the  partner  of  lus  arms  to  find. 

In  leagues  of  long  commutual  friendship  join'd. 

Vain  hope  !  ten  suns  had  warm'd  the  western  strand 

Since  my  brave  brother,  with  his  Cretan  band, 

Had  sail'd  for  Troy  :  but  to  the  genial  feast 

My  honour'd  roof  received  the  royal  guest  : 

Beeves  for  his  train  the  Cnossian  peers  assign, 

A  public  treat,  with  jars  of  generous  wine. 

Twelve  days  while  Boreas  vex'd  the  aerial  space. 

My  hospitable  dome  he  deign'd  to  grace  : 

And  when  the  north  had  ceased  the  stormy  roar. 

He  wing'd  his  voyage  to  the  Phrygian  shore." 

Thus  the  fam'd  hero,  perfected  in  wiles. 
With  fair  similitude  of  truth  beguiles 
The  queen's  attentive  ear  :  dissolved  in  woe, 
From  hei  bright  eyes  the  tears  unbounded  flow. 
As  snows  collected  on  the  mountain  freeze  ; 
When  milder  regions  breathe  a  vernal  breeze, 
The  fleecy  pile  obeys  the  whispering  gales. 
Ends  in  a  stream,  and  murmurs  through  the  vales  : 
So,  melting  with  the  pleasing  tale  he  told, 
Down  her  fair  cheek  the  copious  torrent  roll'd  : 
She  to  her  present  lord  laments  him  lost. 
And  views  that  object  which  she  wants  the  most. 
Withering  at  heart  to  see  the  weeping  fair, 
His  eyes  look  stern,  aud  cast  a  gloomy  stare  ; 
Of  horn  the  stiff  relentless  balls  appear. 
Or  globes  of  iron  fix'd  in  either  sphere  ; 
Firm  wisdom  interdicts  the  softening  tear. 
A  speechless  interval  of  grief  ensues, 
Till  thus  the  queen  the  tender  theme  renews  . 

"  Stranger  !  that  e'er  thy  hospitable  roof 
Ulysses  graced,  confirm  by  faitlif al  proof  ; 
Delineate  to  my  view  my  warlike  lord, 
His  form,  his  habit,  and  his  train  record." 

'"Tis  hard  (he  cries,)  to  bring  to  sudden  sight 
Ideas  that  have  wing'd  their  distant  flight  ; 
Rare  on  the  mind  thosi  images  are  traced. 
Whose  footsteps  twenty  winters  have  defaced  : 
But  what  I  can,  receive. — In  ample  mode, 
A  robe  of  military  purple  flow'd 


282  THE   ODYSSET  OF  HOMEK. 

O'er  all  his  frame  :  illustrious  on  liis  breast, 

The  double-clasping;  gold  the  king  confess'd. 

In  the  ricli  woof  a  hound,  mosaic  drawn, 

Bore  on  full  stretch,  and  seized  a  dappled  fawn  ; 

Deep  in  the  neck  his  fangs  indent  their  hold  ; 

They  pant  and  struggle  in  the  moving  gold. 

Fine  as  a  filmy  web  beneath  it  shone 

A  vest,  that  dazzled  like  a  cloudless  sun  : 

The  female  train  who  round  him  throng'd  to  gaze. 

In  silent  wonder  sigh'd  unwilling  praise. 

A  sabre,  when  the  warrior  press'd  to  part, 

I  gave,  enamell'd  with  Vulcanian  art  : 

A  mantle  purple-tinged,  and  radiant  vest, 

Dimension'd  equal  to  his  size,  express'd 

Affection  grateful  to  my  honour'd  guest. 

A  favourite  herald  in  his  train  I  knew. 

His  visage  solemn,  sad.  of  sable  hue  : 

Short  woolly  carls  o'erfleeced  his  bending  head. 

O'er  which  a  promontory  shoulder  spread  ; 

Eurybates  ;  in  whose  large  soul  alone 

Ulysses  view'd  an  image  of  his  own." 

His  speech  the  tempest  of  her  grief  restored  ; 
In  all  he  told  she  recognized  her  lord  : 
But  when  the  storm  was  spent  in  plenteous  showers, 
A  pause  inspiriting  her  languish'd  powers, 
"  0  thou,  (she  cried,)  whom  first  inclement  Fate 
Made  welcome  to  my  hospitable  gate  ; 
With  all  thy  wants  the  name  of  poor  shall  end  : 
Henceforth  live  honour'd,  my  domestic  friend  ! 
The  vest  much  envied  on  your  native  coast. 
And  regal  robe  with  figured  gold  emboss'd. 
In  happier  hours  my  artful  hand  employ'd, 
When  my  loved  lord  this  blissful  bower  enjoy'd  : 
The  fall  of  Troy  erroneous  and  forlorn 
Doom'd  to  survive,  and  never  to  return  !" 

Then  he,  with  pity  touch'd  :  "  0  royal  dame  I 
Your  ever-anxious  mind,  and  beauteous  frame, 
From  the  devouring  rage  of  grief  reclaim. 
I  not  the  fondness  of  your  soul  reprove 
For  such  a  lord  !  who  crown'd  your  virgin  love 
With  the  dear  blessing  of  a  fair  increase  ; 
Himself  adorn'd  with  more  than  mortal  grace  : 
Yet  while  I  speak  the  mighty  woe  suspend  ; 
Truth  forms  my  tale  ;  to  pleasing  truth  attend. 
The  royal  object  of  your  dearest  care 
Breathes  in  no  distant  clime  the  vital  air  : 
In  rich  Thesprotia,  and  the  nearer  bound 


DIBCOVERY  OP   tLYSSES   TO   EURYCLEA.  288 

Of  Thessaly,  his  name  I  heard  reqown'd  : 

Without  retinue,  to  that  friendly  shore 

Welcomed  with  gifts  of  price,  a  sumless  store  I 

His  sacrilegious  train,  who  dared  to  prey 

On  herds  devoted  to  the  god  of  day. 

Were  doonx'd  by  Jove,  and  Phoebus'  just  decree, 

To  perish  in  the  rough  Trinacrian  sea. 

To  better  fate  the  blameless  chief  ordain'd, 

A  floating  fragment  of  the  wreck  regain'd. 

And  rode  the  storm  ;  till,  by  the  billows  toss'd. 

He  landed  on  the  fair  Plijeacian  coast. 

That  race  who  emulate  the  life  of  gods. 

Receive  him  joyous  to  their  bless'd  abodes  : 

Large  gifts  confer,  a  ready  sail  command, 

To  speed  his  voyage  to  the  Grecian  strand. 

But  your  wise  lord  (in  whose  capacious  soul 

High  schemes  of  power  in  just  succession  roll) 

His  Ithaca  refused  from  favouring  Fate, 

Till  copious  wealth  might  guard  his  regal  state, 

Phedon  the  fact  affirm'd,  whose  sovereign  sway 

Thesprotian  tribes,  a  duteous  race,  obey  : 

And  bade  the  gods  this  added  truth  attest 

(While  pure  libations  crown'fl  the  genial  feast). 

That  anchor'd  in  his  port  the  vessels  stand. 

To  waft  the  hero  to  his  natal  land. 

I  for  Dulichium  urge  the  watery  way. 

But  first  the  Ulyssean  wealth  survey  : 

So  rich  the  vaaie  of  a  store  so  vast 

Demands  the  pomp  of  centuries  to  waste  1 

The  darling  object  of  your  royal  love 

Was  journey'd  thence  to  Dodonean  Jove  ; 

By  the  sure  precept  of  the  sylvan  shrine, 

To  form  the  conduct  of  his  great  design  : 

Irresolute  of  soul,  his  state  to  shroud 

In  dark  disguise,  or  come,  a  king  avow'd  ! 

Thus  lives  your  lord  ;  nor  longer  doom'd  to  roam  : 

Soon  will  he  grace  this  dear  paternal  dome. 

By  Jove,  the  source  of  good,  supreme  in  power  I 

By  the  bless'd  genius  of  this  friendly  bower  I 

I  ratify  my  speech,  before  the  sun 

His  annual  longitude  of  heaven  shall  run  ; 

When  the  pale  empress  of  yon  starry  train 

In  the  next  month  renews  her  faded  wane, 

Ulysses  will  assert  his  rightful  reign." 

"  What  thanks  I    what  boon  !  (replied  the  queen),  are  due, 
When  time  shall  prove  the  storied  blessing  true  I 
M7  loEd's  return  should  fate  no  more  retard. 


384  THE   ODYSSEY   OF  HOMER. 

Envy  shall  sicken  at  thy  vast  reward. 

But  my  prophetic  fears,  alas  !  presage 

The  wounds  of  Destiny's  relentless  rage. 

I  long  must  weep,  nor  will  Ulysses  come, 

With  royal  gifts  to  send  you  honour'd  home  I — 

Your  other  task,  ye  menial  train  forbear  : 

Now  wash  the  stranger,  and  the  bed  prepare  : 

With  splendid  palls  the  downy  fleece  adorn  : 

Uprising  early  with  the  purple  morn, 

His  sinews,  shrunk  with  age,  and  stiff  with  toil, 

In  the  warm  bath  foment  with  fragrant  oil. 

Then  with  Telemachus  the  social  feast 

Partaking  free,  my  soul  invited  guest  ; 

Whoe'er  neglects  to  pay  distinction  due. 

The  breach  of  hospitable  right  may  rue. 

Tlie  vulgar  of  my  sex  I  most  exceed 

In  real  fame,  when  most  humane  my  deed  ; 

And  vainly  to  the  praise  of  queen  aspire, 

If,  stranger  !  I  permit  that  mean  attire 

Beneath  the  feastf ul  bower.     A  narrow  space 

Confines  the  circle  of  our  destin'd  race  ; 

'Tis  oui's  with  good  the  scanty  round  to  grace. 

Those  who  to  crviel  wrong  their  state  abuse. 

Dreaded  in  life  the  mutter'd  curse  pursues  ; 

By  death  disrobed  of  all  their  savage  powers, 

Then,  licensed  rage  her  hateful  prey  devours. 

But  he  whose  inborn  worth  his  acts  commend, 

Of  gentle  soul,  to  human  race  a  friend  ; 

The  wretched  he  relieves  diffuse  his  fame, 

And  distant  tongues  extol  the  patron-name." 

"Princess ?  (he  cried)  in  vain  your  bounties  flow 
On  me,  confirm'd  and  obstinate  in  woe. 
When  my  loved  Crete  received  my  final  view, 
Aud  from  my  weeping  eyes  Ikt  cliffs  withdrew  ; 
These  tatter'd  weeds  (my  decent  robes  resign'd) 
I  chose,  the  livery  of  a  woful  mind  ! 
Nor  will  my  heart-corroding  care  abate 
With  splendid  palls,  and  canopies  of  state  : 
Low-couch'd  on  earth,  the  gift  of  sleep  I  scorn. 
And  catch  the  glances  of  the  waking  mom. 
The  delicacy  of  your  courtly  train 
To  wash  a  wretched  wanderer  would  disdain  ; 
But  if,  in  tract  of  long  experience  tried, 
And  sad  similitude  of  woes  allied. 
Some  wretch  reluctant  views  aerial  light. 
To  her  mean  hand  assign  the  friendly  rite." 

Pleased  with  his  wise  reply,  tlie  qiieen  rejoin'd: 


DISCOVERY   OF  TILYBBKS   TO  E0RTCLEA.  885 

"  Such  eentle  manners,  and  so  sage  a  mind, 
In  all  who  graced  this  hospitable  bower 
I  ne'er  discerned,  before  this  social  hour. 
Such  servant  as  your  humble  choice  requires. 
To  light  received  the  lord  of  my  desires, 
New  from  the  birth  ;  and  with  a  mother's  hand 
His  tender  bloom  to  manly  growth  sustain'd  : 
Of  matchless  prudence,  and  a  duteous  mind  : 
Though  now  to  life's  extremest  verge  declined, 
Of  strength  superior  to  the  toil  design'd— 
Rise.  Euryclea  !  with  officious  care 
For  the  poor  friend  the  cleansing  bath  prepare  : 
This  debt  his  correspondent  fortunes  claim. 
Too  like  Ulysses,  and  perhaps  the  sam.e  ! 
Thus  old  with  woes  my  fancy  paints  him  now  I 
For  age  untimely  marks  the  careful  brow." 

Instant,  obsequious  to  the  mild  coumiand. 
Sad  Euryclea  rose  :  with  trembling  hand 
She  veils  the  torrent  of  her  tearful  eyes  ; 
And  thus  impassion'd  to  herself  replies  : 

"  Son  of  my  love,  and  monarch  of  my  cares, 
What  pangs  for  thee  this  wretched  bosom  bears  ! 
Are  thus  by  Jove  who  constant  beg  his  aid 
With  pious  deed,  and  pure  devotion,  paid? 
He  never  dared  defraud  the  sacred  fane 
Of  perfect  hecatombs  in  order  slain  : 
There  oft  implored  his  tutelary  power. 
Long  to  protract  the  sad  sepulchral  hour  ; 
That,  form'd  for  empire  with  paternal  care. 
His  realm  might  recognize  an  equal  heir. 
O  destined  head  !  The  pious  vows  are  lost ; 
His  God  forgets  him  on  a  foreign  coast ! — 
Perhaps,  like  thee,  poor  guest  !  in  wanton  pride 
The  rich  insult  him,  and  the  young  deride  ! 
Conscious  of  worth  reviled,  thy  generous  mind 
The  friendly  rite  of  purity  declined  ; 
My  will  concurring  with  my  queen's  command. 
Accept  the  bath  from  this  obsequious  hand. 
A  strong  emotion  shakes  my  anguish'd  breast  : 
In  thy  whole  form  Ulysses  seems  express'd  : 
Of  all  the  wretched  harboured  on  our  coast. 
None  imaged  e'er  like  thee  my  master  lost." 

Thus  half-discover'd  through  the  dark  disguise. 
With  cool  composure  feign'd,  the  chief  replies  : 
"  You  join  your  suffrage  to  the  public  vote  ; 
The  same  you  think  have  all  beholders  thought." 

He  said  :  replenish'd  from  the  purest  springs, 


286  THE  ODTSSEY   OF   HOMEE. 

The  laver  straight  with  busy  care  she  brings  : 
In  the  deep  vase,  that  shone  like  burnish'd  gold. 
The  boiling  fluid  teniperates  the  cold. 
Meantime  revolving  in  his  thoughtful  mind 
The  scar,  with  which  his  manly  knee  was  sign'd  ; 
His  face  averting  from  the  crackling  blaze, 
His  shoulders  intercept  the  unfriendly  rays  : 
Thus  cautious  in  the  obscure  he  hoped  to  fly 
The  curious  search  of  Euryclea's  eye. 
Cautious  in  vain  !  nor  ceased  the  dame  to  find 
This  scar  with  which  his  manly  knee  was  sign'd. 

This  on  Parnassus  (combating  the  boar) 
With  glancing  rage  the  tusky  savage  tore. 
Attended  by  his  brave  maternal  race, 
His  grandsire  sent  him  to  the  sylvan  chase, 
Autolycus  the  bold  (a  mighty  name 
For  spotless  faith  and  deeds  of  martial  fame  : 
Hermes,  his  patron  god,  those  gifts  bestow'd, 
Whose  shrine  with  weanling  lambs  he  wont  to  load). 
His  course  to  Ithaca  this  hero  sped, 
When  the  first  product  of  Laertes'  bed 
Was  now  disclosed  to  birth  :  the  banquet  ends, 
When  Euryclea  from  the  queen  descends, 
And  to  his  fond  embrace  the  babe  commends  : 
"  Receive  (she  cries)  your  royal  daughter's  son  ; 
And  name  the  blessing  that  your  prayers  have  won.'' 
Then  thus  the  hoary  chief  ;  "  My  victor  arms 
Have  awed  the  realms  around  with  dire  alarms  : 
A  sure  memorial  of  my  dreaded  fame 
The  boy  shall  bear  ;  Ulysses  be  his  name  ! 
And  when  with  filial  love  the  youth  shall  come 
To  view  his  mother's  soil,  my  Delphic  dome 
With  gifts  of  price  shall  send  him  joyous  home." 
Lured  with  the  promised  boon,  when  youthful  prime 
Ended  in  man,  his  mother's  natal  rlime 
Ulysses  sought  ;  with  fond  afl'ection  dear 
Amphitea's  arms  received  the  royal  iieir  : 
Her  ancient  lord  an  equal  joy  possess'd  ; 
Instant  he  bade  prepare  the  genial  feasc : 
A  steer  to  form  the  sumptuous  banquet  Med, 
Whose  stately  growth  five  flowery  summers  fed  : 
His  sons  divide,  and  roast  with  artful  care 
The  limbs  ;  then  all  the  taoteful  viands  share. 
Nor  ceased  discourse  (the  banquet  of  the  soul). 
Till  Phoebus  wheeling  to  the  western  goal 
Eesign'd  the  skies,  and  night  involved  the  pole. 
Their  drooping  eyes  the  slumberous  shade  oppress'd, 


DTSOOVERY   OF    m^TSSES   TO    EURTCIiEA.  287 

Sated  they  rose,  and  all  retired  to  rest. 

Soon  as  the  morn,  new-robed  in  purple  light, 
Pierced  with  her  golden  shafts  the  rear  of  night, 
Ulysses,  and  his  brave  maternal  race. 
The  young  Autolyci,  essay  the  chase. 
Parnassus,  thick  perplex'd  with  horrid  shades, 
With  deep-uiouth'd  hounds  the  hunter-troop  invades  ; 
What  time  the  sun,  from  ocean's  peaceful  stream, 
Darts  o'er  the  lawn  his  horizontal  beam. 
The  pack  impatient  snuff  the  tainted  gale  ; 
The  tlrorny  wilds  the  woodmen  fierce  assail  : 
And,  foremost  of  the  train,  his  cornel  spear 
Ulysses  waved,  to  rouse  the  savage  war. 
Deep  in  the  rough  recesses  of  the  wood, 
A  lofty  copse,  the  growth  of  ages,  stood  ; 
Nor  winter's  boreal  blast,  nor  thunderous  shower, 
Nor  solar  ray,  could  pierce  the  shady  bower. 
With  wither'd  foliage  strew'd,  a  heapy  store  ! 
The  warm  pavilion  of  a  dreadful  Ijoar. 
Roused  by  the  hounds'  and  hunters'  mingling  cries. 
The  savage  from  his  leafy  shelter  flies  ; 
With  fiery  glare  his  sanguine  eye-balls  shine, 
And  bristles  high  impale  his  horrid  chine. 
Young  Ithacus  advanced,  defies  the  foe. 
Poising  his  lifted  lance  in  act  to  throw  ; 
The  savage  renders  vain  the  wound  decreed, 
And  springs  impetuous  with  opponent  speed  ! 
His  tusks  oblique  he  aim'd,  the  knee  to  gore ; 
Aslope  they  glanced,  the  sinewy  fibres  tore. 
And  bared  the  bone  ;  Ulysses  undismay'd, 
Soon  with  redoubled  force  the  wound  repaid  ; 
To  the  right  shoulder-joint  the  spear  applied. 
His  further  flank  with  streaming  purple  dyed  : 
On  earth  he  rushed  with  agonizing  pain  ; 
With  joy  and  vast  surprise,  the  applauding  train 
View'd  his  enormous  bulk  extended  on  the  plain. 
With  bandage  firm  Ulysses'  knee  they  bound  ; 
Then,  chanting  mystic  lays,  the  closing  wound 
Of  sacred  melody  confess'd  the  force  ; 
The  tides  of  life  regain'd  their  azure  course. 
Then  back  they  led  the  youth  with  loud  acclaim  :  '  • 

Autolycus,  enamoured  with  his  fame, 
Confirm'd  the  cure  ;  and  from  the  Delphic  dome 
With  added  gifts  return'd  him  glorious  home. 
He  safe  at  Ithaca  with  joy  received, 
Relates  the  chase,  and  early  praise  achieved. 

Deep  o'er  his  knee  inseam'd  remain'd  the  scar : 


288  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMEB.  ... 

Wtich  noted  token  of  the  woodland  "'^ar 

When  Euiyclea  found,  the  ablution  ceased  :  "^ 

Down  dropp'd  the  leg,  from  her  slack  hand  released  ; 

The  mingled  fluids  from  the  base  redound  ; 

The  vase  reclining  floats  the  floor  around  I 

Smiles  dew'd  with  tears  the  pleasing  strife  express'd 

Of  grief  and  joy,  alternate  in  her  breast. 

Her  fluttering  words  in  melting  murmurs  died  ; 

At  length  abrupt — "  My  son  ! — my  king  !" — she  cried. 

His  neck  with  fond  embrace  infolding  fast, 

Full  on  the  queen  her  raptured  eye  she  cast. 

Ardent  to  speak  the  monarch  safe  restored  : 

But,  studious  to  conceal  her  royal  lord, 

Minerva  fix'd  her  mind  on  views  remote, 

And  from  the  present  bliss  abstracts  her  thought. 

His  hand  to  Euryclea's  mouth  applied, 

"Art  thou  foredoom'd  my  pest?  (the  hero  cried  :) 

Thy  milky  founts  my  infant  lips  have  drain'd  : 

And  have  the  Fates  thy  babbling  age  ordain'd 

To  violate  the  life  thy  youth  sustain'd  ? 

An  exile  have  I  told,  with  weeping  eyes. 

Full  twenty  annual  suns  in  distant  skies  : 

At  length  return'd,  some  god  inspires  thy  breast 

To  know  thy  king,  and  here  I  stand  coufess'd. 

This  heaven-discover'd  truth  to  thee  consign'd. 

Reserve  the  treasure  of  thy  inmost  mind  : 

Else,  if  the  gods  my  vengeful  arm  sustain, 

And  prostrate  to  my  sword  the  suitor-train  ; 

With  their  lewd  mates,  thy  undistinguish'd  age 

Shall  bleed  a  victim  to  vindictive  rage." 

Then  thus  rejoin'd  the  dame,  devoid  of  fear : 
"  What  words,  my  son,  have  passed  thy  lips  severe? 
Deep  in  my  soul  the  trust  shall  lodge  secured  ; 
With  ribs  of  steel,  and  marble  heart,  immured. 
When  Heaven,  auspicious  to  thy  right  avow'd, 
Shall  prostrate  to  thy  sword  the  suitor-crowd. 
The  deeds  I'll  blazon  of  the  menial  fair  ; 
The  lewd  to  death  devote,  the  virtuous  spare." 

"  Thy  aid  avails  me  not  (the  chief  replied) ; 
My  own  experience  shall  their  doom  decide  : 
A  witness-judge  precludes  a  long  appeal  : 
SufRce  it  then  thy  monarch  to  conceal." 

He  said  :  obsequious,  with  redoubled  pace, 
She  to  the  fount  conveys  the  exhausted  vase  : 
The  bath  renew'd,  slie  ends  the  pleasing  toil 
With  plenteous  unction  of  ambrosial  oil. 
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His  former  seat  received  tlie  stranger  guest : 
Wliom  thus  witli  pensive  air  the  queen  address'd  : 

"  Tliough  niglit,  dissolving  grief  in  grateful  ease. 
Your  drooping  eyes  with  soft  impression  seize  ; 
Awhile,  reluctant  to  her  pleasing  force, 
Suspend  the  restful  hour  with  sweet  discourse. 
The  day  (ne'er  brighten'd  with  a  beam  of  joy  !) 
My  menials,  and  domestic  cares  employ  : 
And,  unattended  by  sincere  repose, 
The  night  assists  my  ever- wakeful  woes  ; 
When  nature's  hush'd  beneath  her  brooding  shad«. 
My  echoing  griefs  the  starry  vault  invade. 
As  when  the  months  are  clad  in  flowery  green, 
Sad  Philomel,  in  bowery  shades  unseen, 
To  vernal  airs  attunes  her  varied  strains  ; 
And  Itylus  sounds  warbling  o'er  the  plains  ; 
Young  Itylus,  his  parents'  darling  joy  I 
Whom  chance  misled  the  mother  to  destroy  ; 
Now  doom'd  a  wakeful  bird  to  wail  the  beauteous  boy. 
So  in  nocturnal  solitude  forlorn, 
A  sad  variety  of  woes  I  mourn  ! 
My  mind,  reflective,  in  a  thorny  maze 
Devious  from  care  to  care  incessant  strays. 
Now,  wavering  doubt  succeeds  to  long  despair  ; 
Shall  I  my  virgin  nuptial  vov  revere  ; 
And,  joining  to  my  son's  my  menial  train. 
Partake  his  counsels,  and  assist  his  reign  ? 
Or,  since,  mature  in  manhood,  he  deplores  "^ 

His  dome  dishonour'd,  and  exhausted  stores  ; 
Shall  I,  reluctant !  to  his  will  accord  ; 
And  from  the  peers  select  the  noblest  lord  ; 
So  by  my  choice  avow'd,  at  length  decide 
These  wasteful  love-debates,  a  mourning  bride  ? 
A  visionary  thought  I'll  now  relate  ; 
Illustrate,  if  you  know,  the  shadow'd  fate  : 

"  A  team  of  twenty  geese  (a  snow-white  train  I) 
Fed  near  the  limpid  lake  with  golden  grain, 
Amuse  my  pensive  hours.     The  bird  of  Jove 
Fierce  from  his  mountain-eyrie  downward  drove  ; 
Each  favourite  fowl  he  pounced  with  deathful  sway. 
And  back  triumphant  wing'd  his  airy  way. 
My  pitying  eyes  effused  a  plenteous  stream. 
To  view  their  death  thus  imaged  in  a  dream  : 
With  tender  sympathy  to  soothe  my  soul, 
A  troop  of  matrons,  fancy-form'd,  condole. 
But  whilst  with  grief  and  rage  nay  bosom  bum'df 
Sudden  the  tyrant  of  the  skies  return'd  ; 

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390  THE   ODYSSEY   OP   HOMER. 

Perch'd  on  the  battlements  he  thus  began 

(In  form  an  eagle,  but  in  voire  a  man)  : 

'  O  queen  !  no  vulgar  vision  of  the  sky 

I  come,  prophetic  of  approaching  joy  : 

View  in  tliis  plumy  form  thy  victor-lord  ; 

The  geese  (a  glutton  race)  by  thee  deplored, 

Portend  the  suitors  fated  to  my  sword.' 

This  ^aid,  the  pleasing  feather'd  omen  ceased. 

When  from  the  downy  bands  of  sleep  released. 

Fast  by  the  limpid  lake  my  swan-like  train 

I  found,  insatiate  of  the  golden  grain." 

"  The  vision  self -explain'd  (the  chief  replies) 

Sincere  reveals  the  sanction  of  the  skies  : 

Ulysses  speaks  his  own  return  decreed  ; 

And  by  his  sword  the  suitors  sure  to  bleed." 

"  Hard  is  the  task,  and  rare,"  (the  queen  rejoin'd,) 
Impendmg  destinies  in  dreams  to  find  : 
Immured  within  the  silent  bower  of  sleep, 
Two  portals  firm  the  various  phantoms  keep  ; 
Of  ivory  one  ;  whence  flit,  to  mock  the  brain, 
Of  winged  lies  a  light  fantastic  train  : 
The  gate  opposed  pellucid  valves  adorn, 
And  columns  fair  incased  with  polish'd  horn  : 
Where  images  of  truth  for  passage  wait. 
With  visions  manifest  of  future  fate. 
Not  to  this  troop,  I  fear,  that  phantom  soar'd, 
Which  spoke  Ulysses  to  this  realm  restored  : 
Delusive  semblance  ! — but  my  remnant  life 
Heaven  shall  determine  in  a  gameful  strife  ; 
With  that  famed  bow  Ulysses  taught  to  bend. 
For  me  the  rival  archers  shall  contend. 
As  on  the  listed  field  he  used  to  place 
Six  beams,  opposed  to  six  in  equal  space  : 
Elanced  afar  by  his  unerring  art. 
Sure  through  six  circlets  flew  the  whizzing  dart. 
So,  when  the  sun  restores  the  purple  day. 
Their  strength  and  skill  the  suitors  shall  assay  : 
To  him  the  spousal  honour  is  decreed, 
Who  through  the  rings  directs  the  feather'd  reed. 
Torn  from  these  walls  (where  long  the  kinder  powers 
With  joy  and  pomp  have  wing'd  my  youthful  hours  !) 
On  this  poor  breast  no  dawn  of  bliss  shall  beam  ; 
The  pleasure  past  supplies  a  copious  theme 
For  many  a  dreary  thought,  and  many  a  doleful  dream ! ' 

"  Propose  the  sportive  lot  (the  chief  replies). 
Nor  dread  to  name  yourself  the  bowyer's  prize  ; 
UlyssAs  will  surprise  the  unfiaish'd  game, 


DISCOVERY  OP   tTLTSSES   TO   EURTCLEA.  291 

Avow'd,  and  falsify  the  suitors'  claim." 

To  whom  with  grace  serene  the  queen  rejoin'd  : 

"  In  all  thy  speech  what  pleasing  force  I  find  ! 

O'er  my  suspended  woe  thy  words  prevail  ; 

I  part  reluctant  from  the  pleasing  tale, 

But  Heaven,  that  knows  wliat  all  terrestrials  used. 

Repose  to  night,  and  toil  to  day  decreed  ; 

Grateful  vicissitudes  !  yet  me  withdrawn, 

Wakeful  to  weep  and  watch  the  tardy  dawn 

Establish'd  use  enjoins  ;  to  rest  and  joy 

Estranged,  since  dear  Ulysses  sail'd  to  Troy  I 

Meantime  instructed  is  the  menial  tribe 

Your  couch  to  fashion  as  yourself  prescribe." 
Thus  affable,  her  bower  the  queen  ascends  ; 

The  sovereign  step  a  beauteous  train  attends  : 

There  imaged  to  her  soul  Ulysses  rose  ; 

Down  her  pale  cheek  new- streaming  sorrow  flows  : 

Till  soft  oblivious  shade  Minerva  spread. 

And  o'er  her  eyes  ambrosial  slumber  shed. 


BOOK  XX. 


ARGUMENT. 

WhUe  Ulysses  lies  in  ttie  vestibule  of  the  palace,  he  is  witness  to  the 
disorders  of  the  women,  Minerva  comforts  him,  and  casts  him  asleep. 
At  his  waking  he  desires  a  favourable  fign  from  Jupiter,  which  is 
granted.  The  feast  of  Apollo  is  celebrated  by  the  people,  and  the 
suitors  banquet  in  the  palace.  Telemachus  exerts  his  authority 
amongst  them  ;  notwithstauding  which,  Ulysses  is  insulted  by  Ctesip- 
pus,  and  the  rest  continue  in  their  excesses.  IStrange  prodigies  are 
seen  by  Theoclymenus,  the  augur,  who  explains  them  to  the  destruc- 
tion of  the  wooers. 

An  ample  hide  divine  Ulysses  spread, 
And  form'd  of  fleecy  skins  his  humble  bed 
(The  remnants  of  the  spoil  the  suitor-crowd 
In  festival  devour'd,  and  victims  vow'd). 
Then  o'er  the  chief,  Eurynome  the  chaste 
With  duteous  care  a  downy  carpet  (rast  : 
With  dire  revenge  his  thoughtful  bosom  glows, 
And,  ruminating  wrath,  he  scorns  repose. 

As  thus  pavilion'd  in  the  porch  he  lay, 
Scenes  of  lewd  loves  his  wakeful  eyes  survey, 
Whilst  to  nocturnal  joys  impure  repair, 
With  wanton  glee,  the  prostituted  fair. 
His  heart  with  rage  this  new  dishonour  stung. 
Wavering  his  thoughts  in  dubious  balance  hung : 
Or  instant  should  he  quen'  ii  the  guilty  flame 
With  their  own  blood,  and  intercept  the  shame  : 
Or  to  their  lust  indulge  a  last  embrace, 
And  let  the  peers  consummate  the  disgrace 
Round  his  swoln  heart  the  muimurous  fury  rolls. 
As  o'er  her  young  the  mother-mastiff  growls. 
And  bays  the  stranger  groom  :     o  wrath  compress'd, 
Recoiling,  mutter'd  thunder  in  his  breast. 
"  Poor  suffering  heurt  !  (he  cried,)  support  the  pain 
Of  wounded  honour,  and  thy  rage  restrain. 
Not  fiercer  woes  thy  fortitiule  could  foil, 
When  the  brave  partners  of  thy  ten  years'  toil 
Dire  Polypheme  devour'd  ;  I  then  was  freed 
By  patient  prudence  from  the  death  decreed." 

Thus  anchor'd  safe  on  reason's  peaceful  coast, 
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THE   FEAST   OF   APOLLO.  298 

Tempests  of  wrath  his  soul  no  lono;er  toss'd ; 
Restless  his  body  rolls,  to  rage  resign'd  : 
As  one  who  long  with  pale  eyed  faiiiine  pined, 
The  savoury  cates  on  glowing  embers  cast 

Incessant  turns,  impatient  for  repast  : 

Ulysses  so,  from  side  to  side  devolved. 

In  self-debate  the  suitor's  doom  resolved  ; 

When  in  the  form  of  mortal  nympl;  ai'rny'd, 

From  heaven  descends  the  Jove-born  martial  maid  ; 

And  hovering  o'er  his  head  in  view  cfinfess'd. 

The  goddess  thus  her  favourite  care  address'd  : 
"  O  thou,  of  mortals  most  inured  to  woes  ! 

Why  roll  those  eyes  unfriended  of  repose  ? 

Beneath  thy  palace- roof  forget  tliv  care  ; 

Bless'd  in  thy  queen  !  blcss'd  in  thy  blooming  heir  I 

Whom,  to  the  gods  when  suppliant  fathers  bow 

They  name  the  standard  of  their  dearest  vow." 
"  Just  is  thy  kind  reproach  (the  chief  rejoin'd). 

Deeds  full  of  fate  distract  my  various  mind. 

In  contemplation  wrapp'd.     This  hostile  crew 

What  single  arm  hath  prowess  to  subdue  ? 

Or  if,  by  Jove's  and  thy  auxiliar  aid, 

They're  doom'd  to  bleed  ;  O  say,  celestial  maid  I 

Where  shall  Ulysses  shun,  or  how  sustain 

Nations  embattled  to  revenge  the  slain  ?  " 
"Oh  impotence  of  faith  !  (Minerva  cries,) 

If  man  on  frail  unknowing  man  relies. 

Doubt  you  the  gods  ?     Lo,  Pallas'  self' descends, 

Inspires  thy  counsels,  and  thy  toils  attends. 

In  me  aflBanced,  fortify  thy  breast, 

Though  myriads  leagued  thy  rightful  claim  contest  •. 

My  sure  divinity  shall  bear  the  shield. 

And  edge  thy  sword  to  reap  the  glorious  field. 

Now,  pay  the  debt  to  craving  nature  due. 

Her  faded  powers  with  balmy  rest  renew." 

She  ceased,  ambrosial  slumbers  seal  his  eyes  ; 

Her  care  dissolves  in  visionary  joys  : 

The  goddess,  pleased,  regains  her  natal  skies. 

Not  so  the  queen  ;  the  downy  bands  of  sleep 
By  grief  relax 'd  she  waked  again  to  weep  : 
A  gloomy  pause  ensued  of  dumb  despair  ; 
Then  thus  her  fate  invoked,  with  fervent  prayer  : 

"  Diana  1  speed  thy  deathful  ebon  dart, 
And  cure  the  pangs  of  this  convulsive  lieart. 
Snatch  me,  ye  whirlwinds  !  far  from  human  race, 
Toss'd  through  the  void  illimitable  space  : 
Or  if  dismounted  from  the  rapid  cloud, 


294  THB  ODiaSEY   OF   HOME'K, 

Me  with  his  whelming  wave  let  Ocean  shi'oud  ! 

So,  Pandarus,  thy  hopes,  three  orphan-fair. 

Were  doom'd  to  wander  through  the  devious  air; 

Thyself  untimely,  and  thy  consort  died. 

But  four  celestials  both  your  cares  supplied. 

Venus  in  tender  delicacy  rears 

With  honey,  milk,  and  wine  their  infant  years  : 

Imperial  Juno  to  their  youth  assigned 

A  form  majestic,  and  sagacious  mind  : 

With  shapely  growth  Diana  graced  their  bloom  : 

And  Pallas  taught  the  texture  of  the  loom. 

But  whilst,  to  learn  their  lots  in  nuptial  love. 

Bright  Cytherea  sought  the  bower  of  Jove 

(The  God  supreme,  to  whose  eternal  eye 

The  registers  of  fate  expanded  lie) ; 

Wing'd  Harpies  snatch  the  unguarded  charge  away. 

And  to  the  Furies  bore  a  grateful  prey. 

Be  such  my  lot  !     Or  thou,  Diana,  speed 

Thy  shaft,  and  send  me  joyful  to  the  dead  : 

To  seek  my  lord  among  the  warrior  train, 

Ere  second  vows  my  bridal  faith  profane. 

When  woes  the  waking  sense  alone  assail. 

Whilst  Night  extends  her  soft  oblivious  veil, 

Of  other  wretches'  care  the  torture  ends  : 

No  truce  the  warfare  of  my  heart  suspends  ! 

The  night  renews  the  day  distracting  theme. 

And  airy  terrors  sable  every  dream. 

The  last  alone  a  kind  illusion  wrought. 

And  to  my  bed  my  loved  Ulysses  brought. 

In  manly  bloom,  and  each  majestic  grace, 

As  when  for  Troy  he  left  my  fond  embrace  ; 

Such  raptures  in  my  beating  bosom  rise, 

I  deem  it  sure  a  vision  of  the  skies." 

Thus,  whilst  Aurora  mounts  her  purple  throne. 
In  audible  laments  she  breathes  her  moan  ; 
The  sounds  assault  Ulysses'  wakeful  ear  : 
Misjudging  of  the  cause,  a  sudden  fear 
Of  his  arrival  known,  the  chief  alarms  ; 
He  thinks  the  queen  is  rushing  to  his  arms. 
Upspringing  from  his  couch,  with  active  haste 
The  fleece  and  carpet  in  the  dome  he  placed — 
(The  hide,  without,  imbibed  the  morning  air)  ; 
And  thus  the  gods  invoked  with  ardent  prayer  : 

"  Jove,  and  eternal  thrones  !  with  heaven  to  friend. 
If  the  long  series  of  my  woes  shall  ena  •. 
Of  human  race  now  rising  from  repose. 
Let  one  a  blissful  omen  here  disclose  ; 


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And,  to  confirm  my  faith,  propitious  Jove  ! 
Vouchsafe  the  sanction  of  a  sign  above." 

Whilst  lowly  thus  tlie  chief  adoring  bowa, 
The  pitying  god  his  guardian  aid  avows. 
Loud  from  a  sapphire  sky  his  thunder  sounds  ; 
With  springing  hope  the  hero's  heart  rebounds. 
Soon,  with  consummate  joy  to  crown  his  prayer, 
An  omen'd  voice  invades  his  ravish'd  ear. 
Beneath  a  pile  that  close  the  dome  adjoin'd. 
Twelve  female  slaves  the  gift  of  Ceres  grind  ; 
Task'd  for  the  royal  board  to  bolt  the  bran 
From  the  pure  flour  (the  growth  and  strength  of  man)  : 
Discharging  to  the  day  the  labour  due, 
Now  early  to  repose  the  rest  withdrew  ; 
One  maid  unequal  to  the  task  assign'd, 
Still  turn'd  the  toilsome  mill  with  anxious  mind  ; 
And  thus  in  bitterness  of  soul  divined  : 

"  Father  of  gods  and  men,  whose  thunders  roll 
O'er  the  cerulean  vault,  and  shake  the  pole  : 
Whoe'er  from  Heaven  has  gain'd  this  rare  ostent 
(Of  granted  vows  a  certain  signal  sent). 
In  this  blest  moment  of  accepted  prayer. 
Piteous,  regard  a  wretch  consumed  with  care  ! 
Instant,  O  Jove  !  confound  the  suitor-train. 
For  whom  o'ertoil'd  I  grind  the  golden  grain  : 
Far  from  this  dome  the  lewd  devourers  cast. 
And  be  this  festival  decreed  their  last  ! " 

Big  with  their  doom  denounced  in  earth  and  sky, 
Ulysses'  heart  dilates  with  secret  joy. 
Meantime  the  menial  train  with  unctious  wood 
Heap'd  high  the  genial  hearth,  Vulcanian  food  : 
When,  early  dress'd,  advanced  the  royal  heir  ; 
With  manly  grasp  he  waved  a  martial  spear  ; 
A  radiant  sabre  graced  his  purple  zone, 
And  on  his  foot  the  golden  sandal  shone. ' 
His  steps  impetuous  to  the  portal  press  d  ; 
And  Euryclea  thus  he  there  address'd  : 

"Say  thou  to  whom  my  youth  its  nurture  owes. 
Was  care  for  due  refection  and  repose 
Bestow'd  the  stranger-guest  ?    Or  waits  he  grieved, 
His  age  not  honour'd,  nor  his  wants  relieved  ? 
Promiscuous  grace  on  all  the  queen  confers 
(In  woes  bewilder'd,  oft  the  wisest  errs). 
The  wordy  vagrant  to  the  dole  aspires. 
And  modest  worth  with  noble  scorn  retires." 

She  thus  :  "  0  cease  tliat  ever-honour'd  nanie 
"jfo  bleinish  now  :  it  ill  deserves  your  blame, 


296  THE  ODTSSBY  OP  HOMBB. 

A  bowl  of  generous  wine  sufficed  the  guest ; 
In  vain  the  queen  the  niglit  refection  press'd ; 
Nor  would  he  court  repose  in  downy  state, 
Unbless'd,  abandon'd  to  the  rage  of  Fate  1 
A  hide  beneath  the  portico  was  spread. 
And  fleecy  skins  composed  an  humble  bed  : 
A  downy  carpet  cast  with  duteous  care, 
Secured  him  from  the  keen  nocturnal  air." 

His  cornel  javelin  poised  with  regal  port, 
To  the  sage  Greeks  convened  in  Themis'  court, 
Forth-issuing  from  the  dome  the  prince  repair'd  ; 
Two  dogs  of  chase,  a  lion-hearted  guard, 
Behind  him  sourly  stalked.     Without  delay 
The  dame  divides  the  labour  of  the  day  : 
Thus  urging  to  the  toil  the  menial  train  : 

"  What  marks  of  luxury  the  marble  stain 
Its  wonted  lustre  let  the  floor  regain  ; 
The  seats  with  purple  clothe  in  order  due  ; 
And  let  the  abstersive  sponge  the  board  renew  ; 
Let  some  refresh  the  vase's  sullied  mould  ; 
Some  bid  the  goblets  boast  their  native  gold  : 
Some  to  the  spring,  with  each  a  jar,  repair. 
And  copious  waters  pure  for  bathing  bear  : 
Dispatch  !  for  soon  the  suitors  will  essay 
The  lunar  feast-rites  to  the  god  of  day." 

She  said  :  with  duteous  haste  a  bevy  fair 
Of  twenty  virgins  to  the  spring  repair  ; 
With  varied  toils  the  rest  adorn  the  dome. 
Magnificent,  and  blithe,  the  suitors  come. 
Some  wield  the  sounding  axe  ;  tlie  dodder'd  oaks 
Divide,  obedient  to  the  forceful  strokes. 
Soon  from  the  fount,  with  each  a  brimming  urn 
(Eumseus  in  their  train),  the  maids  return. 
Three  porkers  for  the  feast,  all  brawny-chined, 
He  brought  ;  the  choicest  of  the  tusky-kind  : 
In  lodgments  first  secure  his  care  he  viewed. 
Then  to  the  king  this  friendly  speech  renew'd  : 
■'  Now  say  sincere,  my  guest  !  the  suitor-train. 
Still  treat  thy  worth  with  lordly  dull  disdain ; 
Or  speaks  their  deed  a  bounteous  mind  humane  1  '* 

"  Some  pitying  god  (Ulysses  sad  replied) 
With  vollied  vengeance  blast  their  towering  pride  I 
No  conscious  blush,  no  sense  of  right,  restrains 
Thfc  tides  of  lust  that  swell  the  boiling  veins  : 
From  vice  to  vice  their  appetites  are  toss'd. 
All  cheaply  sated  at  another's  cost ! " 

While  thus  the  chief  his  woes  indignant  told. 


THE  FEAST  OP   APOLLO, 

Melantliius,  master  of  the  bearded  fold, 
The  goodliest  goats  of  all  the  royal  herd 
Spontaneous  to  the  suitors'  feast  preferr'd  : 
Two  grooms  assistant  bore  the  victims  bound  : 
With  quavering  cries  the  vaulted  roofs  resound  : 
And  to  the  chief  austere  aloud  began 
The  wretch  unfriendly  to  the  race  of  man  : 

"  Here  vagrant,  still  ?  offensive  to  my  lords  I 
Blows  have  more  energy  than  airy  words  ; 
These  arguments  I'll  use  :  nor  conscious  shame, 
Nor  threats,  thy  bold  intrusion  will  reclaim. 
On  this  high  feast  the  meanest  vulgar  boast 
A  plenteous  board  I     Hence  !  seek  another  host ! " 

Rejoinder  to  the  churl  the  king  disdain'd. 
But  shook  his  head,  and  rising  wrath  restrain'd. 

From  Cephanelia  'cross  the  surgy  main 
PhilaetiuR  late  arrived,  a  faithful  swain. 
A  steer  ungrateful  to  the  bull's  embrace. 
And  goats  he  brought,  the  pride  of  all  their  race. 
Imported  in  a  shallop  not  his  own  : 
The  dome  re-echoed  to  the  mingl'd  moan. 
Straight  to  the  guardian  of  the  bristly  kind 
He  thus  began,  benevolent  of  mind  : 

"  What  guest  is  he,  of  such  majestic  air  ? 
His  lineage  and  paternal  clime  declare  : 
Dim  through  the  eclipse  of  fate,  the  rays  divine 
Of  sovereign  state  with  faded  splendour  shine. 
If  monarchs  by  the  gods  are  plunged  in  woe, 
To  what  abyss  are  we  foredoom'd  to  go  ! " 
Then  affable  he  thus  the  chief  address'd. 
Whilst  with  pathetic  warmth  his  hand  he  press'd : 

"  Stranger,  may  fate  a  milder  aspect  show, 
And  spin  thy  future  with  a  whiter  clue  ! 
0  Jove  !  for  ever  death  to  human  cries  ; 
The  tyrant,  not  the  father  of  the  skies  I 
Unpiteous  of  the  race  thy  will  began  ! 
The  fool  of  fate,  thy  manufacture,  man, 
With  penury,  contempt,  repulse,  and  care. 
The  galling  load  of  life  is  doom'd  to  bear. 
Ulysses  from  his  state  a  wanderer  still. 
Upbraids  thy  power,  thy  wisdom,  or  thy  will  1 
0  monarch  ever  dear  ! — 0  man  of  woe  1 
Fresh  flow  my  tears,  and  shall  for  ever  flow  ! 
Like  thee,  poor  stranger  guest,  denied  his  home, 
Like  thee,  in  rags  obscene  decreed  to  roam  ! 
Or,  haply  perish'd  on  some  distant  coast, 
IA  Stygian  gloom  he  glides,  a  pensive  ghost  1 


298  THE   ODTSSEf  OF   HOlitES. 

Oh,  grateful  for  the  good  his  bounty  gave, 
I'll  grieve,  till  sorrow  sink  me  to  the  grave  ! 
His  kind  protecting  hand  my  youth  preferr'd, 
The  regent  of  his  Cephalenian  herd  • 
With  vast  increase  beneath  my  care  it  spreads  : 
A  stately  breed  !  and  blackens  far  the  meads. 
Constrain'd,  the  choicest  beeves  I  thence  import, 
To  cram  these  cormorants  that  crowd  his  court  : 
Who  in  partition  seek  his  realm  to  share  ; 
Nor  human  right  nor  wrath  divine  revere, 
Since  here  resolved  oppressive  these  reside. 
Contending  doubts  my  anxious  heart  divide  : 
Now  to  some  foreign  clime  inclined  to  fly, 
And  with  the  royal  herd  protection  buy ; 
Then,  happier  thoughts  return  the  nodding  scale, 
Light  mounts  despair,  alternate  hopes  prevail : 
In  opening  prospects  of  ideal  joy. 
My  king  returns  ;  the  proud  usurpers  die." 

To  whom  the  chief  :  "In  thy  capacious  mind 
Since  daring  zeal  with  cool  debate  is  join'd, 
Attend  a  deed  already  ripe  in  fate  : 
Attest,  0  Jove  !  the  truth  I  now  relate  ! 
This  sacred  truth  attest,  each  genial  power. 
Who  bless  the  board,  and  guard  this  friendly  bower  \ 
Before  thou  quit  the  dome  (nor  long  delay) 
Thy  wish  produced  in  act,  with  pleased  survey, 
Thy  wondering  eyes  shall  view  :  his  riglitful  reign 
By  arms  avow'd  Ulysses  shall  regain, 
And  to  the  shades  devote  the  suitor-train." 

"  0  Jove  supreme  !  (the  raptured  swain  replies,) 
With  deeds  consummate  soon  tlie  promised  joys  ! 
These  aged  nerves,  with  new-born  vigour  strung. 
In  that  blest  cause  should  emulate  the  young. " 
Assents  Eumaeus  to  the  prayer  address'd; 
And  equal  ardours  fire  his  loyal  breast. 

Meantime  the  suitors  urge  the  prince's  fate. 
And  deathful  arts  employ  the  dire  debate  : 
When  in  his  airy  tour,  the  bird  of  Jove 
Truss'd  with  his  sinewy  pounce  a  trembling  dove  ; 
Sinister  to  their  hope  !     This  omen  eyed 
Amphinomus.  who  thus  presaging  cried  : 

"  The  gods  from  force  and  fraud  the  prince  defend  ; 
O  peers  !  the  sanguinary  scheme  suspend  : 
Your  future  thought  let  sable  fate  employ  ; 
And  give  the  present  hour  to  genial  joy." 

From  council  straight  the  assenting  peerage  ceased, 
And  in  the  dome  prepared  the  genial  feast. 


THIB  FEAST  OF  APOLLO.  399 

Disrobed,  their  vests  apart  in  order  lay, 

Then  all  with  speed  succinct  the  victims  slay  : 

With  slieep  and  shaggy  goats  the  porkers  bled, 

And  tlie  proud  steer  was  on  the  marble  spread. 

\A'ith  fire  prepared,  they  deal  the  morsels  round, 

Wine,  rosy-bright,  the  brimming  goblets  crown'd, 

By  sage  Eumaeus  borne  ;  the  purple  tide 

Melanthius  from  an  ample  jar  supplied  : 

High  canisters  of  bread  Philsetius  placed  ; 

And  eager  all  devour  the  rich  repast. 

Disposed  apart,  Ulysses  shares  the  treat ; 

A  trivet  table,  and  ignobler  seat. 

The  prince  appoints  ;  but  to  his  sire  assigns 

The  tasteful  inwards,  and  nectareous  wines. 

"  Partake,  my  guest  (he  cried),  without  control 

The  social  feast,  and  drain  the  cheering  bov/1  : 

Dread  not  the  railer's  laugh,  nor  ruffian's  rage  ; 

No  vulgar  roof  protects  thy  honour'd  age  ; 

This  dome  a  refuge  to  thy  wrc::gs  shall  be. 

From  my  great  sire  too  soon  devolved  to  me  ! 

Your  violence  and  scorn,  ye  suitors,  cease. 

Lest  arms  avenge  the  violated  peace."  ; 

Awed  by  the  prince,  so  haughty,  brave,  and  young, 
Rage  gnaw'd  the  lip,  amazement  chain'd  the  tongue. 
"  Be  patient,  peers  !  (at  length  Antinoiis  cries,) 
The  threats  of  vain  imperious  youth  despise  : 
Would  Jove  permit  the  meditated  blow. 
That  stream  of  eloquence  should  cease  to  flow." 

Without  reply  vouch<5afed,  Antinoiis  ceased  : 
Meanwhile  the  pomp  of  festival  increased  : 
By  heralds  rank'd,  in  r'larshall'd  order  move 
The  city  tribes,  to  pleased  Apollo's  grove  : 
Beneath  the  verdure  of  which  awful  shade. 
The  lunar  hecatomb  they  grateful  laid  ; 
Partook  the  sacred  feast,  and  ritual  honours  paid. 
But  the  rich  banquet,  in  the  dome  prepared 
(An  humble  sideboard  set)  Ulysses  shared. 
Observant  of  the  prince's  high  behest. 
His  menial  train  attend  the  stranger-guest  : 
Whom  Pallas  with  unpardoning  fury  fired. 
By  lordly  pride  and  keen  reproach  inspired. 
A  Samian  peer,  more  studious  than  the  rest 
Of  vice,  wlao  teem'd  with  many  a  dead-born  jest ; 
And  urged,  for  title  to  a  consort  queen, 
Unnumber'd  acres  arable  and  green 
(Ctesippus  named)  ;  this  lord  Ulysses  eyed, 
And  tnus  burst  out  the  imposthumate  with  pride  : 


300  THE   ODT88ET   OF   HOMBB. 

"  The  sentence  I  propose,  ye  peers,  attend  : 
Since  due  regard  must  wait  the  prince's  friend. 
Let  each  a  token  of  esteem  bestow  : 
This  gift  acquits  the  dear  respect  I  owe  ; 
With  which  he  nobly  may  discharge  his  seat, 
And  pay  the  menials  for  a  master's  treat." 

He  said  :  and  of  the  steer  before  him  placed, 
That  sinewy  fragment  at  Ulysses  cast. 
Where  to  the  pastern- bone,  by  nerves  combined, 
The  well-horn'd  foot  indissolulily  join'd  ; 
Which  whizzing  high,  the  wall  unseemly  sign'd. 
The  chief  indignant  grins  a  ghastly  smile  ; 
Revenge  and  scorn  within  his  bosom  boil  -. 
When  thus  the  prince  with  pious  rage  inflamed  : 
"  Had  not  the  inglorious  wound  thy  malice  aim'd 
Fall'n  guiltless  of  the  mark,  my  certain  spear 
Had  made  thee  buy  the  brutal  triumph  dear  : 
Nor  should  tliy  sire  a  queen  his  daughter  boast  ; 
The  suitor,  now,  had  vanish'd  in  a  ghost  : 
No  more,  ye  lewd  compeers,  with  lawless  power 
Invade  my  dome,  my  herds  and  flocks  devour  : 
For  genuine  worth,  of  age  mature  to  know, 
My  grape  shall  redden,  and  my  harvest  grow 
Or,  if  each  other's  wrongs  ye  still  support, 
With  rapes  and  riot  to  profane  my  court ; 
What  single  arm  with  numbers  cm  contend? 
On  me  let  all  your  lifted  swords  descend. 
And  with  my  life  such  vile  dishonours  end." 

A  long  cessation  of  discourse  ensued, 
By  gentler  Agelaiis  thus  renew'd  : 

"  A  just  reproof,  ye  peers  !  your  rage  reatraln 
From  the  protected  guest,  and  menial  train  : 
And,  prince  !  to  stop  the  source  of  future  ill, 
Assent  yourself,  and  gain  the  royal  will. 
Whilst  hope  prevail'd  to  see  your  sire  restored. 
Of  right  the  queen  refused  a  second  lord  : 
But  who  so  vain  of  faith,  so  blind  to  fate. 
To  think  he  still  survives  to  claim  the  state  ? 
Now  press  the  sovereign  dame  with  warm  desire 
To  wed,  as  wealth  or  worth  her  choice  inspire  : 
The  lord  selected  to  the  nuptial  joys 
Far  hence  will  lead  tlie  long- contested  prize  : 
Whilst  in  paternal  pomp  with  plenty  bless'd, 
You  reign,  of  this  imperial  dome  possess'd." 

Sage  and  serene  Teleiuachus  replies  : 
"  By  him  at  whose  behest  the  thunder  flies, 
And  by  the  name  on  earth  I  most  revere> 


THK   FBA8T   OF   APOLLO.  tOl 

B.T  gr«at  Ulysaes  and  his  woes  I  swear  I 
(Who  never  must  review  his  dear  domain  ; 
Enroll'd,  perhaps,  in  Pluto's  dreary  train), 
Whene'er  her  choice  the  royal  dame  avows, 
My  bridal  gifts  shall  load  the  future  spouse  : 
But  from  this  dome  my  parent  queen  to  chase  f 
From  me,  ye  gods  !  avert  such  dire  disgrace." 

But  Pallas  clouds  with  intellectual  gloom 
The  suitors'  souls,  insensate  of  their  doom  ! 
A  mirthful  fren::y  seized  tlie  fated  crowd  ; 
The  roofs  resound  with  causeless  laughter  loud  : 
Floating  in  gore,  portentous  to  survey  ! 
In  each  discolour'd  vase  the  viands  lay  : 
Then  down  each  cheek  the  tears  spontaneous  flow 
And  sudden  sight;  precede  approaching  woe. 
In  vision  wrapp'd,  the  Hyperesian  seer 
Uprose,  and  thus  divined  the  vengeance  near : 

"  0  race  to  death  devote  !  with  Stygian  shade 
Each  destin'd  peer  impending  fates  invade  ; 
With  tears  your  wan  distorted  cheeks  are  drown'd  ; 
With  sanguine  drops  the  walls  are  rubied  round  : 
Thick  swarms  the  spacious  hall  with  howling  ghosts. 
To  people  Orcus,  and  the  burning  coasts  ! 
Nor  gives  the  sun  his  golden  orb  to  roll, 
But  universal  night  usurps  the  pole  !" 

Yet  warn'd  in  vain,  with  laughter  loud  elate 
The  peers  reproach  the  sure  divine  of  Fate  ; 
And  thus  Eurymachus  :  "The  dotard's  mind 
To  every  sense  is  lost,  to  reason  blind  ; 
Swift  from  the  dome  conduct  the  slave  away ; 
Let  him  in  open  air  behold  the  day." 

"  Tax  not  (the  heaven-illumined  seer  rejoin'd) 
Of  rage,  or  folly,  my  prophetio  mind, 
No  clouds  of  error  dim  the  ethereal  rays. 
Her  equal  power  each  faithful  sense  obeys. 
Unguided  hence  my  trembling  steps  I  bend. 
Far  hence,  before  yon  hovering  deaths  desoend ; 
Lest  the  ripe  harvest  of  revenge  begun, 
I  share  the  doom  ye  suitors  cannot  shun." 
:rThi8  said,  to  sage  Piraeus  sped  the  seer, 
His'  honour'd  host,  a  welcome  inmate  there. 
O'er  the  protracted  feast  the  suitors  sit, 
And  aim  to  wound  the  prince  with  pointless  wit : 
Cries  one,  with  scornful  Jeer  and  mimic  voice, 
"  Thy  charity  we  praise,  but  not  thy  choice  ; 
Why  such  profusion  of  indulgence  shown 
To  thig  poor,  timorous,  toil-detesting  drone? 


803  THE  ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

That  othere  feeds  on  planetary  schemes, 
And  pays  his  host  with  hideous  noon- day  dreams. 
But,  prince  !  for  once  at  least  believe  a  friend  ; 
To  some  Sicilian  mart  these  courtiers  send, 
Where,  if  they  yield  their  freight  across  the  main. 
Dear  sell  the  slaves  !  demand  no  greater  gain." 

Thus  jovial  they  ;  but  nought  the  prince  replies  ; 
Full  on  his  sire  he  roU'd  his  ardent  eyes  : 
Impatient  straight  to  flesh  his  virgin-sword  ; 
From  the  wise  chief  he  waits  the  deathf  ul  word. 
Nigh  in  her  bright  alcove,  the  pensive  queen 
To  see  the  circle  sate,  of  all  unseen. 
Sated  at  length  they  rise,  and  bid  prepare 
An  eve-repast,  with  equal  cost  and  care  : 
But  vengeful  Pallas,  with  preventing  speed, 
A  feast  proportion'd  to  their  crimes  decreed  ; 
A  feast  of  death,  the  feasters  doom'd  to  bleed  ! 


BOOK  XXL  , 

AEQUMENT. 

TH8  BEKDING  OP  ULTBSKS'  BOW. 

Penelope,  to  put  an  end  to  the  solicitation  of  the  suitors,  proposes  to 
marry  the  person  who  shall  first  bend  the  bow  of  UlyBses,  and  shoot 
through  the  ringlets.  After  their  attempts  have  proved  ineffectual, 
Ulysses,  takinj;  Eumseus  and  Phlloetius  apart,  discovers  himself  to 
them  ;  then  returning,  desires  leave  to  try  his  strength  at  the  bow. 
which,  though  refused  with  indisnation  by  the  suitors,  Penelope  and 
Telemachus  cause  it  to  be  delivered  to  his  hands.  He  bends  it  imme- 
diately, and  shoots  through  all  the  rings.  Jupiter  at  th?  same  instant 
thunders  from  heaven  ;  Ulysses  accepts  the  omen,  and  gives  a  sign  to 
Telemachus,  who  stands  ready  armed  at  his  side. 

And  Pallas  now,  to  raise  the  rivals'  fires. 
With  her  own  art  Penelope  inspires  : 
Who  now  can  bend  Ulysses'  bow,  and  wing 
The  well-aim'd  arrow  through  the  distant  ring, 
Shall  end  the  strife,  and  win  the  imperial  dame  : 
But  discord  and  black  death  await  the  game  ! 

The  prudent  queen  the  lofty  stair  ascends. 
At  distance  due  a  virgin-train  attends  : 
A  brazen  key  she  held,  the  handle  turn'd. 
With  steel  and  polish'd  elephant  adorn'd  : 
Swift  to  the  inmost  room  she  bent  her  way. 
Where,  safe  reposed,  the  royal  treasures  lay  : 
There  shone  high  heap'd  the  labour'd  brass  and  ore. 
And  there  the  bow  which  great  Ulysses  bore  ; 
And  there  the  quiver,  where  now  guiltless  slept 
Those  winged  deaths  that  many  a  matron  wept. 

This  gift,  long  since  when  Sparta's  shore  he  trod, 
On  young  Ulysses  Iph"tus  bestowed  : 
Beneath  Orsilochus'  roof  they  met  ; 
One  loss  was  private,  one  a  public  debt ; 
Messena's  state  from  Ithaca  detains 
Three  hundred  sheep,  and  all  the  shepherd  swains ; 
And  to  the  youthful  prince  to  urge  the  laws, 
The  king  -and  elders  trust  their  common  cause. 
But  Iphitus,  employed  on  other  cares, 
Search'd  the  wide  country  for  his  wandering  mares, 
And  mules,  the  strongest  of  the  labouring  kind  ; 
::-:i  :•  (303) 


S04  f HE   ODYSSEY  OP   HOMES.  ">- 

Hapless  to  search  ;  more  hapless  still  to  find  I 
For  journeying  on  to  Hercules,  at  length 
That  lawless  wretch,  that  man  of  brutal  strength, 
Deaf  to  Heaven's  voice,  the  social  rites  transgress'd  ; 
And  for  the  beauteous  mares  destroy'd  his  guest. 
He  gave  the  bow  ;  and  on  Ulysses'  part 
Received  a  pointed  sword,  and  missile  dart  : 
Of  luckless  friendship  on  a  foreign  shore 
Their  first,  last  j)ledges  !  for  they  met  no  more. 
The  bow,  bequeath'd  by  this  unhappy  hand, 
Ulysses  bore  not  from  his  native  land  ; 
Nor  in  the  front  of  battle  taught  to  bend. 
But  kept  in  dear  memorial  of  his  friend 

Now  gently  winding  up  the  fair  ascent, 
By  many  an  easy  step  the  matron  went , 
Then  o'er  the  pavement  glides  with  grace  divine 
(With  polish'd  oak  the  level  pavements  shine) ; 
The  folding  gates  a  dazzling  light  display'd. 
With  pomp  of  various  architrave  o'erlaid. 
The  bolt,  obedient  to  the  silken  string. 
Forsakes  the  staple  as  she  pulls  the  ring  ; 
Tlie  wards  respondent  to  the  key  turn  round  ; 
The  bars  fall  back  ;  the  flying  valves  resound  ; 
Loud  as  a  bull  makes  hill  and  valley  ring, 
So  roar'd  the  lock  when  it  released  the  spring. 
She  moves  majestic  through  the  wealthy  room. 
Where  treasured  garments  cast  a  rich  perfume  ; 
There  from  the  column  where  aloft  it  hung, 
Reach'd  in  its  splendid  case,  the  bow  unstrung  ; 
Across  her  knees  she  laid  the  well-known  bow. 
And  pensive  sate,  and  tears  began  to  flow. 
To  full  satiety  of  grief  she  mourns. 
Then  silent  to  the  joyous  hall  returns. 
To  the  proud  suitors  bears  in  pensive  state 
The  unbended  bow,  and  arrows  winged  with  fate. 

Behind,  her  train  the  polish'd  coffer  brings, 
Which  held  the  alternate  brass  and  silver  ringa. 
Full  in  the  portal  the  chaste  queen  appears, 
And  with  her  vail  conceals  the  coming  tears  : 
On  either  side  awaits  a  virgin  fair  ; 
While  thus  the  matron,  with  majestic  air  : 

"  Say  you,  whom  these  forbidden  walls  enclose. 
For  whom  my  victims  bleed,  my  vintage  flows  ; 
If  these  neglected,  faded  charms  can  move  ? 
Or  is  it  but  a  vain  pretence,  you  love  ? 
If  I  the  prize,  if  me  you  seek  to  wife. 
Hear  the  conditions,  and  commence  the  strife. 


BENDING  OF   ULYSSES'  BOW.  805 

Who  first  Ulysses*  wondrous  bow  shall  bend, 
And  through  twelve  ringlets  the  fleet  arrow  send  ; 
Him  will  I  follow,  and  forsake  my  home. 
For  him  forsake  this  loved,  this  wealthy  dome, 
Long,  long  the  scene  of  all  my  past  delight, 
And  still  to  last,  the  vision  of  my  night  ! " 

Graceful  she  said,  and  bade  Euma?us  show 
The  rival  peers  the  ringlets  and  the  bow. 
From  his  full  eyes  the  tears  unbidden  spring, 
Touch'd  at  the  dear  memorials  of  his  king. 
Philaetius  too  relents,  but  secret  shed 
The  tender  drops.     Antinoiis  saw,  and  said  : 

"  Hence  to  your  fields,  ye  rustics  !  hence  away 
Nor  stain  with  grief  the  pleasures  of  the  day  ; 
Nor  to  the  royal  heart  recall  in  vain 
The  sad  reme'mbrance  of  a  perish'd  man. 
Enough  her  precious  tears  already  flow — 
Or  share  the  feast  with  due  respect,  or  go 
To  weep  abroad,  and  leave  to  us  the  bow, 
No  vulgar  task  !    Ill  suits  this  courtly  crew 
That  stubborn  horn  which  brave  Ulysses  drew. 
I  well  remember  (for  I  gazed  him  o'er 
While  yet  a  child),  what  majesty  he  bore  1 
And  still  (all  infant  as  I  was)  retain  ^^ 

The  port,  the  strength,  the  grandeur  of  the  man. 

He  said,  but  in  his  soul  fond  joys  arise, 
And  his  proud  hopes  already  win  the  prize. 
To  speed  the  flying  shaft  through  every  ring. 
Wretch  1  is  not  thine  :  the  arrows  of  the  king 
Shall  end  those  hopes,  and  fate  is  on  the  wing  I 

Then  thus  Telemachus  :  "  Some  god  I  find 
With  pleasing  frenzy  has  possess'd  my  mind  ; 
When  a  loved  mother  threatens  to  depart. 
Why  with  this  ill-timed  gladness  leaps  my  heart? 
Come  then,  ye  suitors  !  and  dispute  a  prize 
Richer  than 'all  the  Achaian  state  supplies. 
Than  all  proud  Argos,  or  Mycaena  knows, 
Than  all  our  isles  or  continents  inclose  ; 
A  woman  matchless,  and  almost  divine. 
Fit  for  the  praise  of  every  tongue  but  mine. 
No  more  excuses  then,  no  more  delay  ; 
Haste  to  the  trial— Lo  1  I  lead  the  way. 

"  I  too  may  try,  and  if  this  arm  can  wing 
The  feather'd  arrow  through  the  destined  ring. 
Then  if  no  happier  night  the  conquest  boast, 
I  shall  not  sorrow  for  a  mother  lost  ; 
But,  bless'd  in  her,  possess  those  arms  alone, 


306  THE   'iDTSSEY   OF   HOMEK. 

Heir  of  my  father's  strength,  as  well  as  throne." 
He  spoke  ;  tlien  rising,  his  broad  sword  unbound, 

And  cast  his  pvirple  garment  on  the  ground 

A  trench  he  open'd  :  in  a  line  he  placed 

The  level  axes,  and  the  points  made  fast 

(His  perfect  skill  the  wondering  gazers  eyed, 

The  game  as  yet  unseen,  as  yet  untried). 

Then,  with  a  manly  pace,  he  took  his  stand  : 

And  grasp'd  the  bow,  and  twang'd  it  in  his  hand. 

Three  times,  with  beating  heart,  he  made  essay  : 

Three  times,  unequal  to  the  task,  gave  way  ; 

A  modest  boldness  on  his  cheek  appear'd  : 

And  thrice  he  hoped,  and  thrice  again  he  fear'd. 

The  fourth  had  drawn  it.     The  great  sire  with  jr>y 

Beheld,  but  with  a  sign  forbade  the  boy. 

His  ardour  straight  the  obedient  prince  suppress'd. 

And,  artful,  thus  the  suitor-train  address'd  : 
"  O  lay  the  caiise  on  youth  yet  immature  ! 

(For  heaven  forbid  such  weakness  should  endure  !) 

How  shall  this  arm,  unequal  to  the  bow. 

Retort  an  insult,  or  repel  a  foe  ? 

But  you  !  whom  Heaven  with  better  nerves  has  bless'd, 

Accept  the  trial,  and  the  prize  contest." 
He  cast  the  bow  before  him,  and  apart 

Against  the  polisli'd  quiver  propp'd  the  dart. 

Resuming  then  his  seat,  Eupithes'  son. 

The  bold  Antinoils,  to  the  rest  begun  : 

"  From  where  the  goblet  first  begins  to  flow. 

From  right  to  left  in  order  take  the  bow  ; 

And  prove  your  several  strengths."     The  princes  heard 

And  first  Leiodes,  blameless  priest'd,  appear'd  : 

The  eldest  born  of  ffinops'  noble  race, 

Who  next  the  goblet  held  his  holy  place  : 

He,  only  he,  of  all  the  suitor  throng, 

Their  deeds  detested,  and  abjured  the  wrong-. 

With  tender  hands  the  stubborn  horn  he  strains. 

The  stubborn  horn  resisted  all  his  pains  ! 

Already  in  despair  he  gives  it  o'er  : 

"  Take  it  who  will  (he  cries),  I  strive  no  more, 

What  numerous  deaths  attend  this  fatal  bow  ! 

What  souls  and  spirits  shall  it  send  below  ! 

Better,  indeed,  to  die,  and  fairly  give  , 

Nature  her  debt,  than  disappointed  live. 

With  each  new  sun  to  some  new  liope  a  prey. 

Yet  still  to-morrow  falser  than  to-day. 

How  long  in  vain  Penelope  we  sought  ! 

This  bow  shall  eaee  us  of  that  idle  thought, 


BENDING   OF   ULYSSES'   BOW.  307 

And  send  us  with  some  humbler  wife  to  live. 
Whom  gold  shall  gain,  or  destiny  shall  give." 

Thus  speaking,  on  the  floor  the  bow  he  placed 
(With  rich  inlay  the  various  floor  was  graced)  : 
At  distance  far  the  feather'd  shaft  he  throws. 
And  to  the  seat  returns  from  whence  he  rose. 

To  him  Antinoiis  thus  with  fury  said  : 
"What  words  ill-omen'd  from  thy  lips  have  fled? 
Thy  coward-function  ever  is  in  fear  ! 
Those  arms  are  dreadful  which  thou  canst  not  bear. 
Why  should  this  bow  be  fatal  to  the  brave  ? 
Because  the  priest  is  born  a  peaceful  slave. 
Mark  then  what  others  can."     He  ended  there. 
And  bade  Melanthius  a  vast  pile  prepare  ; 
He  gives  it  instant  flame,  then  fast  beside 
Spreads  o'er  an  ample  board  a  bullock's  hide. 
With  melted  lard  they  soak  the  weapon  o'er, 
Chafe  every  knot,  and  supple  every  pore. 
Vain  all  their  art,  and  all  their  strength  as  vain  ; 
The  bow  inflexible  resists  their  pain. 
The  force  of  great  Eurymachus  alone 
And  bold  Antinoiis,  yet  untired,  unknown  : 
Those  only  now  remain'd  ;  but  those  confess'd 
Of  all  the  train  the  mightiest  and  the  best. 

Then  from  the  hall,  and  from  the  noisy  crew. 
The  masters  of  the  herd  and  flock  withdrew. 
The  king  observes  them,  he  the  hall  forsakes. 
And,  past  the  limits  of  the  court,  o'ertakes. 
Then  thus  with  accent  mild  Ulysses  spoke  : 
"  Ye  faithful  guardians  of  the  herd  and  flock  ! 
Shall  I  the  secpet  of  my  breast  conceal. 
Or  (as  my -soul  now  dictates)  shall  I  tell? 
Say,  should  some  favouring  god  restore  again 
The  lost  Ulysses  to  his  native  reign, 
How  beat  your  hearts  ?  what  aid  would  you  afford 
To  the  proud  suitors,  or  your  ancient  lord  ?  " 

Philsetius  thus  :  "  0  were  thy  word  not  vain  ! 
Would  mighty  Jove  restore  that  man  again  ! 
These  aged  sinews,  with  new  vigour  strung, 
In  his  blest  cause  should  emulate  the  young. " 
With  equal  vows  Eumaeus  too  implored 
Each  power  above,  with  wishes  for  his  lord. 

He  saw  their  secrftt  souls,  and  thus  began  : 
"  Those  vows  the  gods  accord  ;  behold  the  man  ! 
Tour  own  Ulysses  !  twice  ten  years  detain'd 
By  woes  and'  wanderings  from  this  hapless  land  : 
At  length  he  comes  ;  but  comes  despised,  unknown, 


808  THE  ODTSSET  OF  HOMEK. 

And  finding  faithful  you,  and  you  alone. 

All  else  Lave  cast  him  from  their  very  thought,  _ 

E'en  in  their  wishes  and  their  prayers  forgot  ! 

Hear  then,  my  friends  :  If  Jove  this  arm  succeed, 

And  give  yon  impious  revellers  to  bleed, 

My  care  shall  be  to  bless  your  future  lives 

With  large  possessions  and  with  faithful  wives  ; 

Fast  by  my  palace  shall  your  domes  ascend, 

And  each  on  young  Telemnchus  attend, 

And  each  be  call'd  his  brother  and  my  friend. 

To  give  you  firmer  faith,  now  trust  your  eye  ; 

Lo  !  the  broad  scar  indented  on  my  thigh. 

When  with  Autolycus'  sons,  of  yore, 

On  Parnass'  top  I  chased  the  lusky  boar." 

His  ragged  vest  then  drawn  aside  disclosed 

The  sign  conspicuous,  and  the  scar  exposed  : 

Eager  they  view'd  ,  with  joy  they  stood  amazed 

With  tearful  ej'es  o'er  all  their  master  gazed  : 

Around  his  neck  their  longing  arms  they  cast, 

His  head,  his  shoulders,  and  his  knees  embraced  ; 

Tears  followed  tears  ;  no  word  was  in  their  power  ; 

In  solemn  silence  fell  the  kindly  shower. 

The  king  too  weeps,  the  king  too  grasps  their  hands. 

And  moveless,  as  a  marble  fountain,  stands. 

Thus  had  their  joy  wept  down  the  setting  sun. 
But  first  the  wise  man  ceased,  and  thus  begun : 
"  Enough — on  other  cares  your  thought  emploj. 
For  danger  waits  on  all  untimely  joy. 
Full  many  foes,  and  fierce,  observe  us  near  ; 
Some  may  betray,  and  yonder  walls  may  hear. 
Re-enter  then,  not  all  at  once,  but  stay 
Some  moments  you,  and  let  me  lead  the  waj. 
To  me,  neglected  as  I  am   I  know 
The  haughty  suitors  will  deny  the  bow; 
But  thou,  Eumseus,  as  'tis  borno  away. 
Thy  master's  weapon  to  his  hand  convey. 
At  every  portal  let  some  matron  wait, 
And  each  lock  fast  the  well-compacted  gate  : 
Close  let  them  keep,  whate'er  invades  their  ear  ; 
Though  arms,  or  shouts,  or  dying  groans  they  heai. 
To  thy  strict  charge,  Philsetius,  wc  consign 
The  court's  main  gate  :  to  guard  that  pass  be  thine.*'^ 

This  said,  he  first  returned  ;  the  faithful  swains 
At  distance  follow,  as  thoir  king  ordai:«.3. 
Before  the  flame  Eurymac'.ius  now  stands,  ■ 
And  turns  the  bow,  and  chafes  it  with  his  hands 
Still  the  tough  bow  unmoved.     The  lofty  rp^ 


BKITDING   OF   ULTSBES'  BOW.  WW 

Sigli'd  from  his  mighty  soul,  and  thus  began  : 

"  I  mourn  the  common  cause  :  for,  oh,  my  friends. 
On  me,  on  all,  what  grief,  what  shame  attends  ! 
Not  the  lost  nuptials  can  affect  me  more 
(For  Greece  has  beauteous  dames  on  every  shore). 
But  baffled  thus  !  confess'd  so  far  below 
Ulysses'  strength,  as  not  to  bend  his  bow  1 
How  shall  all  ages  our  attempt  deride  ! 
Our  weakness  scorn  ! "  Antinoiis  thus  replied  : 

"  Not  so,  Eurymachus  :  that  no  man  draws 
The  wondrous  bow,  attend  another  cause. 
Sacred  to  Phoebus  is  the  solemn  day. 
Which  thoughtless  we  in  games  would  waste  away  : 
Till  the  next  dawn  this  ill-timed  strife  forego, 
And  here  leave  fixed  the  ringlets  in  a  row. 
Now  bid  the  sewer  approach,  and  let  us  join 
In  due  libations,  and  in  rites  divine, 
So  end  our  night  :  before  the  day  shall  spring, 
The  choicest  offerings  let  Melanthlus  bring  : 
Let  then  to  Phoebus'  name  the  fatted  thighs 
Feed  the  rich  smokes  high  curling  to  the  skies. 
So  shall  the  patron  of  these  arts  bestow 
(For  his  the  gift)  the  skill  to  bend  the  bow." 

They  heard  well  pleased  :  the  ready  heralds  bring 
The  cleansing  waters  from  the  limpid  spring  : 
The  goblet  high  with  rosy  wine  they  crown'd, 
In  order  circling  to  the  peers  around. 
That  rite  complete,  uprose  the  thoughtful  man, 
And  thus  his  meditated  scheme  began  : 

"  If  what  I  ask  your  noble  minds  approve, 
Ye  peers  and  rivals  in  the  royal  love  ! 
Chief,  if  it  hurt  not  great  Antinoiis'  ear 
(Whose  sage  decision  I  with  wonder  hear), 
And  if  Eurymachus  the  motion  please  : 
Give  Heaven  this  day  and  rest  the  bow  in  peace. 
To-morrow  let  your  arms  dispute  the  prize, 
And  take  it  he,  the  favour'd  of  the  skies  I 
But,  since  till  then  this  trial  you  delay, 
Trust  it  one  moment  to  my  hands  to-day  : 
Fain  would  I  prove,  before  your  judging  eyes. 
What  once  I  was,  whom  wretched  you  despise  : 
If  yet  this  arm  its  ancient  force  retain  ; 
Or  if  my  woes  (a  long-continued  train) 
And  wants  and  insults,  make  me  less  than  man." 

Eage  flarsh'd  'n  lightning  from  the  suitors'  eyes, 
Yet  mixed  with  terror  at  the  bold  emprise. 
Antinoiis  then  :  "  O  miserable  guest  1 


310  THE    ODYSSEY   OF    HOMER. 

Is  common  sense  quite  bauisli'd  from  thy  breast  ? 
Sufficed  it  not,  within  the  palace  placed, 
To  sit  distinguish'd,  with  our  presence  graced. 
Admitted  here  with  princes  to  confer, 
A  man  unknown,  a  needy  wanderer? 
To  copious  wine  this  insolence  we  owe. 
And  much  thy  betters  wine  can  overthrow  : 
The  great  Eurytian  when  this  frenzy  stung, 
Pirithoiis'  roofs  with  frantic  riot  rung  ; 
Boundless  the  Centaur  raged  ;  till  one  and  all 
The  heroes  rose,  and  dragg'd  him  from  the  hall ; 
His  nose  they  shorten'd,  and  his  ears  they  slit, 
And  sent  him  sober'd  home,  with  better  wit. 
Henc«  with  long  war  the  double  race  was  cursed. 
Fatal  to  all,  but  to  the  aggressor  first. 
Such  fate  I  prophesy  our  guest  attends, 
If  here  this  interdicted  bow  he  bends  : 
Nor  shall  these  walls  such  insolence  contain  : 
The  first  fair  wind  transports  him  o'er  the  main, 
Where  Echetus  to  death  the  guilty  brings 
(The  worst  of  mortals,  e'en  the  worst  of  kings). 
Better  than  that,  if  thou  approve  our  cheer  ; 
Cease  the  mad  strife,  and  share  our  bounty  here." 
To  this  the  queen  her  just  dislike  express'd  : 
"  'Tis  impious,  jirince,  to  harm  the  stranger-guest. 
Base  to  insult  who  bears  a  suppliant's  name, 
And  some  respect  Telcmachus  may  claim. 
What  if  the  immortals  on  the  man  bestow 
Sufficient  strength  to  draw  the  mighty  bow? 
Shall  I,  a  queen,  by  rival  chiefs  adored, 
Accept  a  wandering  stranger  for  my  lord  ? 
A  hope  so  idle  never  touch'd  his  brain  : 
Then  ease  your  bosoms  of  a  fear  so  vain. 
Far  be  he  banish'd  from  this  stately  scene 
Who  wrongs  his  princess  with  a  thought  so  mean." 

"  0  fair  !  and  wisest  of  so  fair  a  kind  ! 
(Respectful  thus  Eurymachus  rejoiu'd.) 
Moved  by  no  weak  surmise,  but  sense  of  shame. 
We  dread  the  all- arraigning  voice  of  Fame  ; 
We  dread  the  censure  of  the  meanest  slave. 
The  weakest  woman  :  all  can  wrong  the  brave. 
'  Behold  what  wretches  to  the  bed  pretend 
Of  that  brave  chief  whose  bow  they  could  not  bsnd  ! 
In  came  a  beggar  of  the  strolling  crew, 
And  did  what  all  those  princes  could  not  do.' 
Thus  will  the  common  voice  our  deed  defame, 
And  thus  posterity  upbraid  our  nftme." 


Sending  op  tilysses'  bow.  .311 

To  whom  tlie  qiieon  :  "  If  fame  engage  your  views, 
Forbear  those  acts  wliich  infamy  pursues  ; 
Wrong  and  oppression  no  renown  can  raise  ; 
Know,  friend  !  that  virtue  is  the  path  to  praise. 
The  stature  of  our  guest,  his  port,  his  face, 
Speak  him  descended  from  no  vulgar  race. 
To  him  the  bow,  as  he  desires,  convey  ; 
And  to  his  hand  if  Phrebus  give  the  day. 
Hence,  to  reward  liis  merit,  he  shall  bear 
A  two-edged  falchion  and  a  sliining  spear,  i 

Embroider'd  sandals,  a  rich  cloak  and  vest, 
A  safe  conveyance  to  his  port  of  rest." 

"  0  royal  mother  !  ever-honour'd  name  ! 
Permit  me  (cries  Telemachus)  to  claim 
A  son's  just  right.     No  Grecian  prince  but  I 
Has  power  this  bow  to  grant,  or  to  deny. 
Of  all  that  Ithkca's  rough  liills  contain. 
And  all  wide  Elis'  courser-breeding  plain. 
To  me  alone  my  father's  arms  descend  ; 
And  mine  alone  they  are,  to  give  or  lend. 
Retire,  O  queen  !  thy  household  task  resume, 
Tend,  with  thy  maids,  the  labours  of  thy  loom  ; 
The  bow,  the  darts,  and  arms  of  chivalry, 
These  cares  to  man  belong,  and  most  to  me." 

Mature  beyond  his  years,  the  queen  admired 
His  sage  reply,  and  with  her  train  retired  ; 
There  in  her  chamber  as  she  sate  apart, 
Revolved  his  words,  and  placed  them  in  her  heart.  ' 
On  her  Ulysses  then  she  fix'd  her  soul  ; 
Down  her  fair  cheek  the  tears  abundant  roll, 
Till  gentle  Pallas,  piteous  of  her  cries. 
In  slumber  closed  her  silver-streaming  eyes. 

Now  through  the  press  the  bow  Eumseus  bore. 
And  all  was  riot,  noise,  and  wild  uproar. 
"Hold  !  lawless  rustic  !  whither  wilt  thou  go? 
To  whom,  insensate,  dost  thou  bear  the  bow  ? 
Exiled  for  this  to  some  sequester'd  den. 
Far  fromthe  sweet  society  of  men. 
To  thy  own  dogs  a  prey  thou  shalt  be  made  ; 
If  Heaven  and  Phoebus  lend  the  suitors  aid." 
Thus  they.     Aghast  he  laid  the  weapon  down. 
But  bold  Telemachus  thus  urged  him  on  : 
"  Proceed,  false  slave,  and  slight  their  empty  words  : 
What  !  hopes  the  fool  to  please  so  many  lords  ? 
Young  as  I  am,  thy  prince's  vengeful  hand 
Stretch'd  forth  in  wrath  shall  drive  thee  from  the  land. 
Oh  !•  (Sbtlld  the  vigour  of  this  arm  as  well 


Oia  THE   ODTSSET  OP  HOMEB. 

The  oppressive  suitors  from  my  walls  expel  I 
Then  what  a  shoal  of  lawless  men  should  go 
To  fill  with  tumult  the  dark  courts  below  ! " 

The  suitors  with  a  scornful  smile  survey 
The  youth,  indulging  in  the  genial  day. 
Eumaeus,  thus  encouraged,  hastes  to  bring 
The  strifeful  bow  and  gives  it  to  the  king. 
Old  Euryclea  calling  them  aside, 
"  Hear  what  Telemachus  enjoins  (he  cried)  : 
At  every  portal  let  some  matron  wait. 
And  each  lock  fast  the  well -compacted  gate  ; 
And  if  unusual  sounds  invade  their  ear, 
If  arms,  or  shouts,  or  dying  groans  they  hear, 
Let  none  to  call  or  issue  forth  presume, 
But  close  attend  the  labours  of  the  loom." 

Her  prompt  obedience  on  his  order  waits  ; 
Closed  in  an  instant  were  the  palace  gates. 
In  the  same  moment  forth  Philsetius  flies, 
Secures  the  court,  and  with  a  cable  ties 
The  utmost  gate  (the  cable  strongly  wrought 
Of  Byblos'  reed,  a  ship  from  Egpyt  brought) ; 
Then  un  perceived  and  silent  at  the  board 
His  seat  he  takes,  his  eyes  upon  his  lord. 

And  now  his  well-known  bow  the  master  bore, 
Turn'd  on  all  sides,  and  view'd  it  o'er  and  o'er  ; 
Lest  time  or  worms  had  done  the  weapon  wrong, 
Its  owner  absent,  and  untried  so  long. 
While  some  deriding — "  How  he  turns  the  bow  I 
Some  other  like  it  sure  the  man  must  know, 
Or  else  would  copy  ;  or  in  bows  he  deals  ; 
•Perhaps  he  makes  them,  or  perhaps  he  steals." 
"  Heaven  to  this  wretch  (another  cried)  be  kind  I 
And  bless,  in  all  to  which  he  stands  inclined. 
With  such  good  fortune  as  he  now  shall  find." 

Heedless  he  hoard  them  :  but  disdain'd  reply  ; 
The  bow  perusing  with  exactest  eye. 
Then,  as  some  heavenly  minstrel,  taught  to  sing 
High  notes  responsive  to  the  trembling  string. 
To  some  new  strain  when  he  adapts  the  lyre. 
Or  the  dumb  lute  refits  with  vocal  wire, 
Relaxes,  strains,  and  draws  them  to  and  fro ; 
So  the  great  master  drew  the  mighty  bow, 
And  drew  with  ease.     One  hand  aloft  displayed 
The  bending  horns,  and  one  the  string  essay'd. 
From  his  essaying  hand  the  string,  let  fly, 
Twang'd  short  and  sharp  like  the  shrill  swallow's  cry. 
A  general  horror  ran  through  all  the  race. 


BENDING  OF   UliYSSES*   BOW.  813 

flunk  was  each  heart,  and  pale  was  every  face, 
Signs  from  above  ensued  :  the  unfolding  sky 
In  lightning  burst  ;  Jove  ihunder'd  from  on  high. 
Fired  at  the  call  of  heaven's  almighty  Lord, 
He  snatch'd  the  shaft  that  glitter'd  on  the  board 
(Fast  by,  the  rest  lay  sleeping  in  the  sheath, 
But  soon  to  fly  the  messengers  of  death). 

Now  sitting  as  he  was,  the  cord  he  drew, 
Through  every  ringlet  levelling  his  view  : 
Then  notch'd  the  shaft,  released,  and  gave  it  wing  ; 
The  whizzing  arrow  vanished  from  the  string. 
Sung  on  direct,  and  threaded  every  ring. 
The  solid  gate  its  fury  scarcely  bounds  ; 
Pierced  through  and  through  the  solid  gate  resounds, 
Then  to  the  prince  :     "Nor  have  I  wrought  thee  shan)(;>  ^! 
Nor  err'd  this  hand  unfaithful  to  its  aim  ; 
Ner  prov'd  the  toil  too  hard  ;  nor  have  I  lost 
That  ancient  vigour,  once  my  pride  and  boast. 
Ill  I  deserved  these  haughty  peers'  disdain  ; 
Now  let  them  comfort  their  dejected  train, 
In  sweet  repast  their  present  hour  employ. 
Nor  wait  till  evening  for  the  genial  joy  : 
Then  to  the  lute's  soft  voice  prolong  the  nigh' 
Music,  the  banquet's  most  refined  delight." 

He  said,  then  gave  a  nod  ;  and  at  the  won 
Telemachus  girds  on  his  shining  sword. 
Fast  by  his  father's  side  he  takes  his  stand 
The  beamy  javelin  lightens  in  his  hand. 


BOOK  XXII. 


ARGUMENT. 

THE  DEATH   OF    THE   SUITORS. 

UlysBes  begins  the  slaughter  of  the  suitors  by  the  death  of  Antinoiis. 
He  declares  himself,  and  lets  fly  his  arrows  at  the  rest.  Telemachus 
assists,  and  brings  arms  for  his  father,  himself,  Eumseus,  and  Philse- 
tius.  Melanthius  does  the  same  for  the  wooers.  Minerva  encourages 
Ulysses  in  the  shape  of  Mentor.  The  suitors  are  all  slain,  only  Medon 
and  Phemius  are  spared.  Melanthius  and  the  unfaithful  servants  are 
executed.  The  rest  acknowledge  their  master  with  all  demonstrations 
of  joy. 

Then  fierce  tlie  hero  o'er  tlie  threshold  strode  ; 
Stripp'd  of  his  rags,  he  blazed  out  like  a  god. 
Full  in  their  face  the  lifted  bow  he  bore, 
And  quiver'd  deaths,  a  formidable  store  ; 
Before  his  feet  the  rattling  shower  he  threw, 
And  thus,  terrific,  to  the  suitor-crew  : 

"  One  venturous  game  this  hand  hath  won  to-day, 
Another,  princes  !  yet  remains  to  play  ; 
Another  mark  our  arrow  must  attain. 
Phoebus,  assist  !  nor  be  the  labour  vain." 
Swifl  as  the  word  the  parting  arrow  sings, 
And  bears  thy  fate,  Antinoiis,  on  its  wings  : 
Wretch  that  he  was,  of  un prophetic  soul ! 
High  in  his  hands  he  rear'd  the  golden  bowl  ! 
E'en  then  to  drain  it  length en'd  out  his  breath  ; 
Changed  to  the  deep,  tlie  bitter  drauglit  of  death  : 
For  fate  who  fear'd  amidst  a  feastful  band? 
And  fate  to  numbers,  by  a  single  hand? 
Full  tlirough  his  throat  Ulysses'  weapon  pass'd. 
And  pierced  his  neck.      He  falls,  and  breathes  his  last. 
The  tumbling  goblet  the  wide  floor  o'erliows, 
A  stream  of  gore  burst  spouting  from  his  nose  ; 
Grim  in  convulsive  agonies  he  sprawls  : 
Before  him  spurn'd  the  loaded  table  falls, 
And  spreads  the  pavement  with  a  mingled  flood 
Of  floating  meats,  and  wine,  and  human  blood. 
Amazed,  confounded,  as  they  saw  him  fall. 
Up  rose  the  throngs  tumultuous  round  the  hall  ; 
(314} 


DEATH   OP   THE   SU1T0K8.  315 

O'er  all  the  dome  they  cast  a  liaggard  eye, 
Each  look'd  for  arms  •  in  vain  ;  no  arms  were  nigh  : 
"  Aim'st  thou  at  princes?  (all  amazed  they  said  ;) 
Thy  last  of  games  unhappy  hast  thou  play'd  ; 
Thy  erring  shaft  has  made  our  bravest  bleed, 
And  death,  unlucky  guest,  attends  thy  deed. 
Vultures  shall  tear  thee."     Thus  incensed  they  spoke, 
While  each  to  chance  ascribed  the  wondrous  stroke  : 
Blind  as  they  were  :  for  death  e'en  now  invades 
His  destined  prey,  and  wraps  them  all  in  shades. 
Then,  grimly  frowning,  with  a  dreadful  look. 
That  wither'd  all  their  hearts,  Ulysses  spoke  : 

"  Dogs,  ye  have  had  your  day  !  ye  fear'd  no  more 
Ulysses  vengeful  from  the  Trojan  shore  ; 
While,  to  your  lust  and  spoil  a  guardless  prey. 
Our  house,  our  wealth,  our  helpless  handmaids  lay  : 
Not  so  content,  with  bolder  frenzy  fired, 
E'en  to  our  bed  presumptuous  you  aspired  : 
Laws  or  divine  or  human  fail'd  to  move. 
Or  shame  of  men,  or  dread  of  gods  above  ; 
Heedless  alike  of  infamy  or  praise, 
Or  Fame's  eternal  voice  in  future  days  ; 
The  hour  of  vengeance,  wretches,  now  is  come ; 
Impending  fate  is  yours,  and  instant  doom." 

Thus  dreadful  he.     Confused  the  suitors  stood. 
From  their  pale  cheeks  recedes  the  flying  blood  : 
Trembling  they  sought  their  guilty  heads  to  hide. 
Alone  the  bold  Eurymachus  replied  : 

"  If,  as  thy  words  import  (he  thus  began), 
Ulysses  lives,  and  thou  the  mighty  man, 
Great  are  thy  wrongs,  and  much  hast  thou  sustain'd 
In  thy  spoil'd  palace,  and  exhausted  land  ; 
The  cause  and  author  of  those  guilty  deeds, 
Lo  !  at  thy  feet  unjust  Antinoiis  bleeds 
Not  lovfe,  but  wild  ambition  was  his  guide  ; 
To  slay  thy  son,  thy  kingdom  to  divide. 
These  were  his  aims  ;  bat  juster  Jove  denied. 
Since  cold  in  death  the  offender  lies,  oh  spare 
Thy  suppliant  people,  and  receive  their  prayer  ! 
Brass,  gold,  and  treasures,  shall  the  spoil  defray. 
Two  hundred  oxen  every  prince  shall  pay  : 
The  waste  of  years  refunded  in  a  day. 
Till  then  thy  wrath  is  just."     Ulysses  burn'd 
With  high  disdain,  and  sternly  thus  return'd  : 

"  All,  all  the  treasure  tnat  enrich'd  our  throne 
Before  your  rapines,  join'd  with  all  your  own, 
If  offer'd,  vainly  should  for  mercy  '-.^ll  ; 


819:  THE   ODYBBEY   OF  HOMEB. 

'Tis  you  that  offer,  and  I  scorn  them  all ; 
Your  blood  is  my  demand,  your  lives  the  prize, 
Till  pale  as  yonder  wretch  each  suitor  lies. 
Hence  with  those  coward  terms  ;  or  fight  or  fly  ; 
This  choice  is  left  you,  to  resist  or  die : 
And  die  I  trust  ye  shall."     He  sternly  spoke  : 
With  guilty  fears  the  pale  assembly  shook. 
Alone  Eurymachus  exhorts  the  train  : 
"  Yon  archer,  comrades,  will  not  shoot  in  vain  ; 
But  from  the  threshold  shall  his  darts  be  sped, 
(Whoe'er  he  be),  till  every  prince  lie  dead  V 
Be  mindful  of  yourselves,  draw  forth  your  sworda, 
And  to  his  shafts  obtend  these  ample  boards 
(So  need  compels).     Then,  all  united,  strive 
The  bold  invader  from  his  post  to  drive  : 
The  city  roused  shall  to  our  rescue  haste. 
And  this  mad  archer  soon  have  shot  his  last." 
Swift  as  he  spoke,  he  drew  his  traitor  sword. 
And  like  a  lion  rush'd  against  his  lord  : 
The  wary  chief  the  rushing  foe  repress'd. 
Who  met  the  point  and  forced  it  in  his  breast : 
His  falling  hand  deserts  the  lifted  sword, 
And  prone  he  falls  extended  o'er  the  board  ! 
Before  him  wide,  in  mix'd  effusion  roll 
The  untasted  viands,  and  the  jovial  bowl. 
Full  through  his  liver  pass'd  the  mortal  wound, 
With  dying  rage  his  forehead  beats  the  ground ; 
He  spurn'd  the  seat  with  fury  as  he  fell. 
And  the  fierce  soul  to  darkness  dived,  and  hell. 
Next  bold  Amphinomus  his  arm  extends 
To  force  the  pass  ;  the  godlike  man  defends. 
Thy  spear,  Telemachus,  prevents  the  attack. 
The  brazen  weapon  driving  through  his  back, 
Thence  tlirough  his  breast  its  bloody  passage  tore ; 
Flat  falh  he  thundering  on  the  marble  floor. 
And  his  crush'd  forehead  marks  the  stone  with  gore. 
He  left  his  javelin  in  the  dead,  for  fear 
The  long  encumbrance  of  the  weighty  spear 
To  the  fierce  foe  advantage  might  afford. 
To  rush  between  and  use  the  shorten'd  sword. 
With  speedy  ardour  to  his  sire  he  flies. 
And,  "Arm,  great  fatiier  !  arm  (in  haste  he  cries). 
Lo,  hence  I  run  for  other  arms  to  wield. 
For  missive  javelins,  and  for  helm  and  shield  ; 
Fast  by  our  side  let  either  faithful  swain 
In  arms  attend  us,  and  their  part  sustain." 
"  Haste,  and  return  (Ulysses  made  reply) 


DEATH  OF   THE   BmrOKS.  81-7  • 

While  yet  the  auxiliar  shafts  this  hand  supplj  ; 

Lest  thus  alone,  encounter'd  by  an  host, 

Driven  from  the  gate,  the  important  past  be  lost." 

With  speed  Telemachus  obeys,  and  files 
Where  piled  in  heaps  the  royal  armour  lies  ; 
Four  brazen  helmets,  eight  refulgent  spears. 
And  four  broad  bucklers  to  his  sire  he  bears : 
At  once  in  brazen  panoply  they  shone. 
At  once  each  servant  braced  his  armour  on  ; 
Around  their  king  a  faithful  guard  they  stand, 
While  yet  each  shaft  flew  deathful  from  his  hand  : 
Chief  after  chief  expired  at  every  wound. 
And  swell'd  the  bleeding  mountain  on  the  ground. 
Soon  as  his  store  of  flying  fates  was  spent. 
Against  the  wall  he  set  the  bow  unbent ; 
And  now  his  shoulders  bear  the  massy  shield, 
And  now  his  hands  two  beamy  javelins  wield. 
He  frowns  beneath  his  nodding  plume,  that  play'd 
O'er  the  high  crest,  and  cast  a  dreadful  shade. 

There  stood  a  window  near,  whence  looking  down 
From  o'er  the  porch  appear'd  the  subject  town. 
A  double  strength  of  vr.lves  secured  the  place, 
A  high  and  narrow,  but  tlie  only  pass  : 
The  cautious  king,  with  all-preventing  care, 
To  guard  that  outlet,  placed  Eumseus  there  ; 
When  Agelaiis  thus  :  "  Has  none  the  sense 
To  mount  yon  wmdow,  and  alarm  from  thence 
The  neighbour-town  ?  the  town  shall  force  the  door. 
And  this  bold  archer  soon  shall  shoot  no  more. " 
Melanthius  then  :  "  Th.-^.t  outlet  to  the  gate 
So  near  adjoins,  that  one  may  guard  the  strait. 
But  other  methods  of  defence   remain  ; 
Myself  with  arms  can  furnish  all  the  train  ; 
Stores  from  the  royal  magazine  I  bring, 
And  their  own  darts  shall  pierce  the  prince  and  king." 

He  said  ;  and  mounting  up  the  lofty  stairs, 
Twelve  shields,  twelve  lances,  and  twelve  helmets  bears  : 
All  arm,  and  sudden  round  the  hall  appears 
A  blaze  of  bucklers,  and  a  wood  of  spears. 

The  hero  stands  oppress'd  with  mighty  woe. 
On  every  side  he  sees  the  labour  grow  ; 
"  Oh  cursed  event  !  and  oh  unlook'd  for  aid  I 
Melanthius  or  the  women  have  betray'd — 
Oh  my  dear  son  ! " — The  father  with  a  sigh 
Then  ceased  ;  the  filial  virtue  made  reply  : 

"Falsehood  is  folly,  and  'tis  just  to  own 
The  fault  committed  :  this  was  mine  alone  ; 


.318  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEtt. 

My  haste  neglected  yonder  door  to  bar, 
And  hence  the  villain  has  supplied  their  war. 
Run,  good  Eumseus,  then,  and  (what  before 
I  thoughtless  err'd  in)  well  secure  that  door  : 
Learn,  if  by  female  fraud  this  deed  were  done. 
Or  (as  my  thought  misgives)  by  Dolius'  son." 

While  yet  they  spoke,  in  quest  of  arms  again 
To  the  high  chamber  stole  the  faithless  swain, 
Not  unobserved.     Eumaeus  watchful  eyed. 
And  thus  address'd  Ulysses  near  his  side: 

"The  miscreant  we  suspected  takes  that  way  ; 
Him,  if  this  arm  be  powerful,  shall  I  slay  ? 
Or  drive  him  hither,  to  receive  the  meed 
From  thy  own  hand,  of  this  detested  deed  1 " 

"  Not  so  (replied  Ulysses)  ;  leave  him  there, 
For  us  sufficient  is  another  care  : 
Within  the  structure  of  ihis  palace  wall 
To  keep  enclosed  his  masters  till  they  fall. 
Go  you,  and  seize  the  felon  ;  backward  bind 
His  arms  and  legs,  and  fix  a  plank  behind  : 
On  this  his  body  by  strong  cords  extend. 
And  on  a  column  near  the  roof  suspend  : 
So  studied  tortures  his  vile  days  shall  end." 

The  ready  swains  obey'd  with  joyful  haste, 
Behind  the  felon  unperceived  they  pass'd, 
As  round  the  room  in  quest  of  arms  he  goes 
(The  half-shut  door  conceal'd  his  lurking  foes) 
One  hand  sustain'd  a  helm,  and  one  the  shield 
Which  old  Laertes  wont  in  youth  to  wield, 
Cover'd  with  dust,  with  drymss  chapp'd  and  worn. 
The  brass  corroded,  and  the  leather  torn. 
Thus  laden,  o'er  the  threshold  as  he  stepp'd, 
Fierce  on  the  villain  from  each  skle  they  leap'd, 
Back  by  the  hair  the  trembling  dastard  drew. 
And  down  reluctant  on  the  pavement  threw. 
Active  and  pleased  the  zealous  swains  fulfil 
At  every  point  their  master's  rigid  will  : 
First,  fast  behind,  hie  hands  and  feet  they  bound. 
Then  straighten'd  cordrj  involved  his  body  round ; 
So  drawn  aloft,  athwart  the  column  tied. 
The  howling  felon  swung  from  side  to  side. 

Eumaeus  scoffing  then  with  keen  disdain  : 
"  There  pass  thy  pleasing  night,  O  gentle  swain  ! 
On  that  soft  pillow,  from  that  envied  height, 
First  may'st  thou  see  the  springing  dawn  of  light ; 
So  timely  rise,  when  morning  streaks  the  east. 
To  drive  thy  victims  to  the  suite^  "  ^-ajist." 


DEATH   OF   THH    PUITORR. 


31§ 


Tliis  said,  they  left  him,  tortured  as  he  lay, 
Secured  the  door,  and  hasty  strode  away  : 
Each,  breathing  death,  resumed  his  dangerous  post 
Near  great  Ulysses  ;  four  against  an  host, 
When  lo  !  descending  to  her  hero's  aid, 
Jove's  daughter,  Pallas,  War's  triumphant  maid  : 
In  Mentor's  friendly  form  she  join'd  his  side  : 
Ulysses  saw,  and  thus  with  transport  cri<-d 

' '  Come,  ever  welcome,  and  thy  succour  lend  ; 
O  every  sacred  name  in  one,  my  friend  ! 
Early  we  loved,  and  long  our  loves  have  grown  ; 
Whate'er  through  life's  whole  series  I  have  done, 
Or  good,  or  grateful,  now  to  mind  recall. 
And,  aiding  this  one  hour,  repay  it  all." 

Thus  he  ;  but  pleasing  hopes  his  bosom  warm 
Of  Pallas  latent  in  the  friendly  fomi. 
The  adverse  host  the  phantom-warrior  eyed, 
And  first,  loud-threatening,  Agelalis  cried  : 

"  Mentor,  beware,  nor  let  that  tongue  persiiade 
Thy  frantic  arm  to  lend  Ulysses  aid  ; 
Our  force  successful  shall  our  threat  make  good. 
And  with  the  sire  and  son  commix  tliy  blood. 
What  hopest  thou  here?     Thee  first  the  sword  sliall  slav 
Then  lop  thy  whole  posterity  away  ; 
Far  hence  thy  banish'd  consort  shall  we  send  ; 
With  his  thy  forfeit  lands  and  treasures  blend  ; 
Thus,  and  thus  only,  shalt  thou  join  +hy  friend." 

His  barbarous  insult  even  the  goddess  fires. 
Who  thus  the  warrior  to  revenge  inspires  : 

"Art  thou  Ulysses?  where  then  shall  we  find 
The  patient  body  and  the  constant  mind  ? 
That  courage,  once  the  Trojans'  daily  dread. 
Known  nine  long  years,  and  felt  by  heroes  des'd  V 
And  where  that  conduct,  which  revenged  the  lust 
Of  Priam's  race,  and  laid  proud  Troy  in  dust  ? 
If  this,  when  Helen  was  the  cause,  were  done  ; 
What  for  thy  country  now,  thy  queen,  thy  son? 
Rise  then  in  combat,  at  my  side  attend  ; 
Observe  what  vigour  gratitude  can  lend, 
And  foes   how  weak,  opposed  against  a  friend  !" 

She  spoke  ;  but  willing  longer  to  survey 
The  sire  and  son's  great  acts,  withheld  the  day  ! 
By  farther  toils  decreed  the  brave  to  try, 
And  level  poised  the  wings  of  victory  ; 
Then  with  a  change  of  form  eludes  their  sight, 
Perch'd  like  a  swallow  on  a  rafter's  height, 
And  unperceived  enjoys  the  rising  fighlj. 


820  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMEK. 

Damastor's  son,  bold  Agelaiis,  leads, 
The  guilty  war,  Eurynomus  succeeds  ; 
With  these,  Pisander,  great  Polyctor's  son. 
Sage  Polybus,  and  stern  Ampliimedon, 
With  Demoptolemus  :  these  six  survive  : 
The  best  of  all  the  shafts  had  left  alive. 
Amidst  the  carnage,  desperate  as  they  stand, 
Thus  Agelaiis  roused  the  lagging  band  : 

"  The  hour  has  come,  when  yon  fierce  man  no  mor» 
With  bleeding  princes  shall  bestrew  the  floor; 
Lo  !  Mentor  leaves  him  with  an  empty  boast; 
The  four  remain,  but  four  against  an  host. 
Let  each  at  once  discharge  the  deadly  dart, 
One  sure  of  six  shall  reach  Ulysses'  heart : 
The  rest  must  perish,  their  great  leader  slain : 
Thus  shall  one  stroke  the  glory  lost  regain." 

Then  all  at  once  their  mingled  lances  threw. 
And  thirsty  all  of  one  man's  blood  they  flew  ; 
In   vain  !  Minerva  turned  them  with  her  breath, 
And  scattered  short,  or  wide,  the  points  of  death  1 
With  deaden'd  sound  one  on  the  threshold  falls, 
One  strikes  the  gate,  one  rings  against  the  walls  : 
The  storm  passed  innocent.     The  godlike  man 
Now  loftier  trod,  and  dreadful  thus  began  : 
"  'Tis  now  (brave  friends)  our  turn,  at  once  to  throw, 
(So  speed  them  Heaven)  our  javelins  at  the  foe. 
That  impious  race  to  all  their  past  misdeeds 
Would  add  our  blood,  injustice  still  proceeds." 

He  spoke  :  at  once  their  fiery  lances  flew  : 
Great  Demoptolemus  Ulysses  slew  ; 
Euryades  received  the  prince's  dart  ; 
The  goatherd'c  quiver'd  in  Pisander's  heart ; 
Fierce  Elatus  by  thine,  Eumseus,  falls  ; 
Their  fall  in  thunder  echoes  round  the  walls. 
The  rest  retreat :  the  victors  now  advance. 
Each  from  the  dead  resumes  his  bloody  lance. 
Again  the  foe  discharge  the  steely  shower  ; 
Again  made  frustrate  by  the  virgin-power. 
Some,  turn'd  by  Pallas,  on  the  threshold  fall. 
Some  wound  the  gate,  some  ring  against  the  wall ; 
Some  weak,  or  ponderous  with  the  brazen  head. 
Drop  harmless  on  the  pavement,  sounding  dead. 

Then  bold  Amphimedon  his  javelin  cast  ; 
Thy  hand,  Telemachus,  it  lightly  razed  : 
And  from  Ctesippus'  arm  the  spear  elanced  : 
On  good  Eumseus'  shield  and  shoulder  glanced  ; 
Not  lessened  of  their  force  (so  light  the  wound) 


c/.. 


DBATH   OP   THE   6UITOR8.  321 

Each  sung  along  and  dropped  upon  the  ground. 
Fate  doom'd  thee  next,  Eurydamus,  to  bear. 
Thy  death  ennobled  bj  Ulysses'  spear. 
By  the  bold  son  Amphimedon  was  slain, 
And  Polybus  renown'd,  the  faithful  swain. 
Pierced  through  the  breast  the  rude  Ctesippus  bled. 
And  thus  Philaetius  gloried  o'er  the  dead  : 

"  There  end  thy  pompous  vauuts  and  high  disdain  ; 
O  sharp  in  scandal,  voluble  and  vain  ! 
How  weak  is  mortal  pride  !    To  Heaven  alone 
The  event  of  actions  and  our  fates  are  known  : 
Scoffer,  behold  what  gratitude  we  bear  : 
The  victim's  heel  is  answered  with  this  spear. 

Ulysses  brandish'd  high  his  vengeful  steel, 
And  Damastorides  that  instant  fell : 
Fast  by  Leocritus  expiring  lay, 
The  prince's  javelin  tore  its  bloody  way 
Through  all  his  bowels  :  down  he  tumbled  prone. 
His  batter'd  front  and  brains  besmear  the  stone. 

Now  Pallas  shines  confess'd  ;  aloit  she  spreads 
The  arm  of  vengeance  o'er  their  guilty  heads  : 
The  dreadful  aegis  blazes  in  their  eye  : 
Amazed  they  see,  they  tremble,  and  they  fly  ; 
Confused,  distracted,  through  the  rooms  they  fling  : 
Like  oxen  madden 'd  by  the  breeze's  sting. 
When  sultry  days,  and  long,  succeed  the  gentle  spring. 
Not  half  so  keen  fierce  vultures  of  the  chase 
Stoop  from  the  mountains  on  the  feather'd  race. 
When,  the  wide  field  extended  snares  beset. 
With  conscious  dread  they  shun  the  quivering  net : 
No  help,  no  flight  ;  but  wounded  every  way. 
Headlong  they  drop  ;  the  fowlers  seize  their  prey. 
On  all  sides  thus  they  double  wound  on  wound, 
In  prostrate  heaps  the  wretches  beat  the  ground. 
Unmanly  shrieks  precede  each  dying  groan. 
And  a  red  deluge  floats  the  reaking  stone. 

Leiodes  first  before  the  victor  falls  : 
The  wretched  augur  thus  for  mercy  calls  : 
"  Oh  gracious  hear,  nor  let  thy  suppliant  bleed  ; 
Still  undishonoured,  or  by  word  or  deed. 
Thy  house,  for  me  remains  ;  by  me  repress'd 
Full  oft  was  check'd  the  injustice  of  the  rest : 
Averse  they  heard  me  when  I  counselled  well, 
Their  hearts  were  harden'd,  and  they  justly  felL 
O  spare  an  augur's  consecrated  head, 
Nor  add  the  blameless  to  the  guilty  dead." 

"  Priest  as  thou  art  1  for  that  detested  band 
11 


3354  THE  ODYSSEY  0?   HOI^ER. 

Thy  lying  prophecies  deceived  the  land  ; 
Against  Ulysses  have  thy  vows  been  made. 
For  them  thy  daily  orisons  were  paid  : 
Yet  more,  e'en  to  our  bed  thy  pride  aspires  : 
One  common  crime  one  common  fate  requires." 

Thus  speaking,  from  the  ground  the  sword  he  took 
Which  Agelaiis'  dying  hand  forsook  : 
Full  through  his  neck  the  weighty  falchion  sped  ; 
Along  the  pavement  roll'd  the  muttering  head. 

Phemius  alone  the  hand  of  vengeance  spared, 
Phemius  the  sweet,  the  heaven-instructed  bard. 
Beside  the  gate  the  reverend  minstrel  stands  ; 
The  lyre  now  silent  trembling  in  his  hands  ; 
Dubious  to  supplicate  the  chief,  or  fly 
To  Jove's  inviolable  altar  nigh. 
Where  oft  Laertes  holy  vows  had  paid, 
And  oft  Ulysses  smoking  victims  laid. 
His  honour'd  harp  with  care  he  first  set  down. 
Between  the  laver  and  the  silver  throne  ; 
Then  prostrate  stretch'd  before  the  dreadful  man. 
Persuasive  thus,  with  accent  soft  began  : 

"  0  king  !  to  mercy  be  thy  soul  inclined. 
And  spare  the  poet's  ever-gentle  kind. 
A  deed  like  this  thy  future  fame  would  wrong, 
For  dear  to  gods  and  men  is  sacred  song. 
Self-taught  I  sing  ;  by  Heaven,  and  Heaven  alone. 
The  genuine  seeds  of  poesy  are  sown  : 
And  (what  the  gods  bestow)  the  lofty  lay 
To  gods  alone  and  godlike  worth  we  pay. 
Save  then  the  poet,  and  thyself  reward  ! 
'Tis  thine  to  merit,  mine  is  to  record. 
That  here  I  sung,  was  force,  and  not  desire ; 
This  hand  reluctant  touch'd  the  warbling  wire  ; 
And  let  thy  son  attest,  nor  sordid  pay,     . 
Nor  servile  flattery,  stain'd  the  moral  lay." 

The  moving  words  Telemachus  attends. 
His  sire  approaches,  and  the  bard  defends. 
"  0  mix  not,  father,  with  those  impious  dead 
The  man  divine  !  forbear  that  sacred  head  ; 
Medon,  the  herald,  too,  our  arms  may  spare, 
Med  on,  who  made  my  infancy  his  care  ; 
If  yet  he  breathes,  permit  thy  son  to  give 
Thus  much  to  gratitude,  and  bid  him  live." 

Beneath  a  table,  trembling  with  dismay, 
Couch'd  close  to  earth,  unhappy  Medon  lay, 
Wrapp'd  in  a  new-slain  ox's  ample  hide  ; 
Swift  at  the  word  he  CJtst  his  screen  aside. 


DBATH  OP   THE   SUITORS.  825J 

Sprung  to  the  prince,  embraced  his  knee  with  tears. 
And  thus  with  grateful  voice  address'd  his  ears  : 

' '  O  prince  !  O  friend  !  lo,  here  thy  Medon  stands  : 
Ah  stop  the  hero's  unresisted  hands. 
Incensed  too  justly  by  that  impious  brood, 
"Whose  guilty  glories  now  are  set  in  blood."' 

To  whom  Ulysses  with  a  pleasing  eye  : 
"  Be  bold,  on  friendship  and  my  son  rely  ; 
Live,  an  example  for  the  world  to  read, 
How  much  more  safe  the  good  than  evil  deed  : 
Thou,  with  the  heaven-taught  bard,  in  peace  resort 
From  blood  and  carnage  to  yon  open  court  : 
Me  other  work  requires. "     With  timorous  awe 
From  the  dire  scene  the  exempted  two  withdraw. 
Scarce  sure  of  life,  look  round,  and  trembling  mov» 
To  the  bright  altars  of  Protector  Jove. 

Meanwhile  Ulysses  search'd  the  dome,  to  find 
If  yet  there  live  of  all  the  offending  kind. 
Not  one  !  complete  the  bloody  tale  he  found. 
All  steep'd  in  blood,  all  gasping  on  the  ground. 
So,  when  by  hollow  shores  the  fishcr-train 
Sweep  with  their  arching  nets  the  roaring  main. 
And  scarce  the  meshy  toils  the  coj  ious  draught  contain, 
All  naked  of  their  element,  and  bare, 
The  fishes  pant,  and  gasp  in  thinner  air  ; 
Wide  o'er  the  sands  are  spread  the  stiffening  prey. 
Till  the  warm  sun  exhales  their  soul  away. 

And  now  the  king  commands  his  son  to  call 
Old  Euryclea  to  the  deathf  ul  hall : 
The  son  observant  not  a  moment  stays  ; 
The  aged  governess  with  speed  obeys  ; 
The  sounding  poi'tals  instant  they  display  ; 
The  matron  moves,  the  prince  directs  the  way. 
On  heaps  of  death  the  stern  Ulysses  stood. 
All  black  with  dust,  and  cover'd  thick  with  blood. 
So  the  grim  lion  from  the  slaughter  comes, 
Dreadful  he  glares,  and  terribly  he  foams. 
His  breast  with  marks  of  carnage  painted  o'er. 
His  jaws  all  dropping  with  the  bull's  black  gore. 

Soon  as  her  eyes  the  welcome  object  met. 
The  guilty  fall'n,  the  mighty  deed  complete  ; 
A  scream  of  joy  her  feeble  voice  essay'd  ; 
The  hero  check'd  her,  and  composedly  said  : 

"  Woman,  experienced  as  thou  art,  control 
Indecent  joy,  and  feast  thy  secret  soul. 
To  insult  the  dead  is  cruel  and  unjust ; 
Fate  and  their  crime  have  sunk  them  to  ths  dosl 


334  THE  ODYSSEY   OP   HOMER. 

Nor  heeded  these  the  censure  of  mankind, 
The  good  and  bad  were  equal  in  their  mind 
Justly  the  price  of  worthlessness  they  paid, 
And  each  now  wails  an  unlamented  shade. 
But  thou  sincere  !  O  Euryclea,  say. 
What  maids  dishonour  us,  and  what  obey  ?  " 

Then  she  :  "  In  these  thy  kingly  walls  remain 
(My  son)  full  fifty  of  the  handmaid  train, 
Taught  by  my  care  to  cull  the  fleece  or  weave, 
And  servitude  with  pleasing  tasks  deceive  ; 
Of  these,  twice  six  pursue  their  wicked  way. 
Nor  me,  nor  chaste  Penelope  obey  ; 
Nor  fits  it  that  Telemachus  command 
(Young  as  he  is)  his  mother's  female  band. 
Hence  to  the  upper  chambers  let  me  fly. 
Where  slumbers  soft  now  close  the  royal  eye  ; 
There  wake  her  with  the  news  " — the  matron  cried 
"  Not  so  (Ulysses,  more  sedate,  replied), 
Bring  first  the  crew  who  wrought  these  guilty  deeds.' 
In  haste  the  matron  parts  :  the  king  proceeds  : 
"  Now  to  dispose  the  dead,  the  care  remains 
To  you,  my  son,  and  you,  my  faithful  swains  ; 
The  offending  females  to  that  task  we  doom. 
To  wash,  to  scent,  and  purify  the  room  : 
These  (every  table  cleansed,  and  every  throne. 
And  all  the  melancholy  labour  done) 
Drive  to  yon  court,  without  the  palace  wall. 
There  the  revenging  sword  shall  smite  them  all  ; 
So  with  the  suitors  let  them  mix  in  dust, 
Stretch'd  in  a  long  oblivion  of  their  lust." 
He  said  :  the  lamentable  train  appear. 
Each  vents  a  groan,  and  drops  a  tender  tear  : 
Each  heaved  her  mournful  burden,  and  beneath 
The  porch  deposed  the  ghastly  lieap  of  death. 
The  chief  severe,  compelling  each  to  move. 
Urged  the  dire  task  imperious  from  above  : 
With  thirsty  sponge  tliey  rub  the  tables  o'er 
(The  swains  unite  their  toil);  the  walls,  the  floor, 
Wash'd  with  the  effusive  wave,  are  purged  of  gore. 
Once  more  the  palace  set  in  fair  array, 
To  the  base  court  the  females  take  their  way  : 
There  compass'd  close  between  the  dome  and  wall 
(Their  life's  last  scene)  thy  trembling  wait  their  fall. 

Then  thus  the  prince  :  "  To  these  shall  we  afford 
A  fate  so  pure  as  by  the  martial  sword  ? 
To  these,  the  nightly  prostitutes  to  sUame, 
And  base  revilers  of  our  house  rv:  '■  •  r.me  ?" 


DEATH  OF  THE  8UITOB8.  825 

Thus  speaking,  on  the  circling  wall  he  strung 
A  ship's  tough  cable  from  a  column  hung  ; 
Near  the  high  top  he  strain'd  it  strongly  round, 
Whence  no  contending  foot  could  reach  the  ground. 
Their  heads  above  connected  in  a  row. 
They  beat  the  air  with  quivering  feet  below  : 
Thus  on  some  tree  hung  struggling  in  the  snare. 
The  doves  or  thrushes  flap  their  wings  in  air. 
Soon  fled  the  soul  impure,  and  left  behind 
The  empty  corse  to  waver  with  the  wind. 

Then  forth  they  led  Melanthius,  and  began 
Their  bloody  work  ;  they  lopp'd  away  the  man. 
Morsel  for  dogs  !  then  trimm'd  with  brazen  shears 
The  wretch,  and  shorten'd  of  his  nose  and  ears  ; 
His  hands  and  feet  lac:  felt  the  cruel  steel : 
He  roar'd,  and  tormen'o  gave  his  soul  to  hell. 
They  wash,  and  to  Ul/sses  take  their  way  : 
So  ends  the  bloody  business  of  the  day. 

To  Euryclea  then  addressd  the  king  : 
("  Bring  hither  fire,  and  hither  sulphur  bring, 
To  purge  the  palace  :  then  the  queen  attend. 
And  let  her  with  her  matron -train  descend  ; 
The  matron-train,  with  all  the  virgin-band, 
Assemble  here,  to  learn  their  lord's  command." 

Then  Euryclea  :  ' '  Joyful  I  obey, 
But  cast  those  mean  dishonest  rags  away  ; 
Permit  me  first  the  royal  robes  to  bring  : 
111  suits  this  garb  the  shoulders  of  a  king." 
"  Bring  sulphuf  straight,  and  fire"  (the  monarch  cries). 
She  hears,  and  at  the  word  obedient  flies. 
With  fire  and  sulphur,  cure  of  noxious  fumes. 
He  purged  the  walls,  and  blood-polluted  rooms. 
Again  the  matron  springs  with  eager  pace. 
And  spreads  her  lord's  return  from  place  to  place. 
They  near,  rush  forth,  and  instant  round  him  stand, 
A  gazing  throng,  a  torch  in  every  hand. 
They  saw,  they  knew  him,  and  with  fond  embrace 
Each  humbly  kiss'd  his  knee,  or  hand,  or  face  ; 
He  knows  them  all,  in  all  such  truth  appears, 
E**!!  he  indulges  the  sweet  joy  of  t«ars. 


BOOK  XXIII. 


ARGUMENT. 

Enryclea  awakens  Penelope  with  the  news  of  ITIysses'  return,  and  the 
death  of  the  Buitors.  Penelope  scarcely  credits  her  ;  but  supposes 
some  god  has  punished  them,  and  descends  from  her  department  in 
doubt.  At  the  first  inteiTiew  of  Ulysses  and  Penelope,  she  is  quite 
unsatisfied.  Minerva  restores  him  to  the  beauty  of  his  youth  ;  but 
the  queen  continues  incredulous,  till  bv  some  circumstances  she  is 
convinced,  and  falls  into  all  the  transports  of  passion  and  tenderness. 
They  recount  to  each  other  all  that  has  passed  durinij  their  long  sep- 
aration. The  next  morning  Ulysses,  arming  himself  and  his  fnends, 
goes  from  the  city  to  visit  his  father. 

Then  to  the  queen,  as  in  repose  she  lay, 
The  nurse  with  eager  rapture  speeds  her  way  : 
The  transports  of  her  faithful  heart  supply 
A  sudden  youth,  and  give  her  wings  to  fly. 

"  And  sleeps  my  child?  (the  reverend  matron  cries) 
Ulysses  lives  !  arise,  my  child,  arise  ! 
At  length  appears  the  long-expected  hour  ! 
Ulysses  comes  !   the  suitors  are  no  more  ! 
No  more  they  view  the  golden  light  of  day  ! 
Arise,  and  bless  thee  with  the  glad  survey '? " 

Touch'd  at  her  words,  the  mournful  queen  rejoin'd  : 
"Ah  !  whither  wanders  thy  distemper'd  mind? 
The  righteous  powers,  who  tread  the  starry  skies. 
The  weak  enlighten,  and  confound  the  wi.se, 
And  human  thought,  with  unresisted  sway, 
Depress  or  raise,  enlarge  or  take  away  . 
Truth,  by  their  high  decree,  thy  voice  forsakes. 
And  folly  with  the  tongue  of  wisdom  speaks. 
Unkind,  the  fond  illusion  to  impose  ! 
Was  it  to  flatter  or  deride  my  woes  ? 
Nevt;r  did  I  sleep  so  sweet  enjoy, 
Since  my  dear  lord  left  Ithaca  for  Troy. 
Why  must  I  wake  to  grieve,  and  curse  tky  shore, 
O  Troy '! — may  never  tongue  pronounce  thee  more  ! 
Begone  !  another  might  have  felt  our  rage. 
But  age  is  sacred,  and  we  spare  thy  age." 

To  whom  with  warmth  :    "  My  soul  a  lie  disdains  ; 
Ulysses  lives,  thy  own  Ulysses  reigns  : 
'(  326  ) 


DEATH   OF   THE   SUITORS.  337 

That  stranger,  patient  of  the  suitors'  wrongs, 
And  the  rude  license  of  ungovern'd  tongues  ! 
He,  he  is  thine  !    Thy  son  liis  latent  guest 
Long  linew,  bu";  lock'd  the  secret  in  his  breast ; 
With  well  concerted  art  to  end  his  woes, 
And  burst  at  once  in  vengeance  on  the  foes. " 

While  ye^  she  spoke,  the  queen  in  transport  sprung 
Swift  from  the  couch,  and  round  thd  matron  hung  ; 
Fast  from  her  eye  descends  the  rolling  tear  : 
"  Say,  once  more  say,  is  my  Ulysses  here  ? 
How  could  that  numerous  and  outrageous  band 
By  one  be  slain,  though  by  a  hero's  hand  ?  " 

'•  I  saw  it  not  (she  cries),  but  heard  alone. 
When  death  was  busy,  a  loud  dying  groan  ; 
The  damsel-train  turn'd  pale  at  every  wound. 
Immured  we  sate,  and  catch'd  each  passing  sound  ; 
When  death  had  seized  her  prey,  thy  son  attends. 
And  at  his  nod  the  damsel-train  descends  ; 
There  terrible  in  arms  Ulysses  stood. 
And  the  dead  suitors  almost  swam  in  blood  : 
Thy  heart  had  leap'd  the  hero  to  survey, 
Stern  as  the  surly  lion  o'er  his  prey, 
Glorious  in  gore,  now  with  sulphereous  fires 
The  dome  he  purges,  now  the  flame  aspires  ; 
Heap'd  lie  the  dead  without  the  palace  walls — 
Haste,  daughter,  haste,  thy  own  Ulysses  calls  ! 
Thy  every  wish  the  bounteous  gods  bestow  ; 
Enjoy  the  present  good,  and  former  woe. 
Ulysses  Uves,  his  vanquish'd  foes  to  see  ; 
He  lives  to  thy  Telemachus  and  thee  ! " 

"  Ah,  no  !  (with  sighs  Penelope  rejoin'd,) 
Excess  of  joy  disturbs  thy  wandering  mind  ; 
How  blest  this  happy  hour,  should  he  appear. 
Dear  to  us  all,  to  me  supremely  dear  ; 
Ah,  no  !  some  god  the  suitors  death  decreed, 
Some  god  descends,  and  by  his  hand  they  bleed  ; 
Blind  !  to  contemn  the  stranger's  righteous  cause, 
And  violate  all  hospitable  laws  ! 
The  good  they  hated,  and  the  powers  defied  ! 
But  heaven  is  just,  and  by  a  god  they  died. 
For  never  must  Ulysses  view  this  shore  ; 
Never  !  the  loved  Ulysses  is  no  more  !  " 

"  What  words  (the  matron  cries)  have  reach'd  my  ears  ? 
Doubt  we  his  presence,  when  he  now  appears  ! 
Then  hear  conviction  :   Ere  the  f<\tal  day 
That  forced  Ulysses  o'er  the  watery  way, 
A  boar^  fierce  rushing  in  the  sylvan  war, 


338  THE   OtoTSSBT  OF   HOMER. 

Plougli'd  lialf  his  thigli  ;  I  saw,  I  saw  tlie  scar, 
And  wild  with  transport  had  reveal'd  the  wound  ; 
But  ere  I  spoke,  he  rose,  and  check'd  the  sound. 
Then,  daughter,  haste  away  !  and  if  a  lie 
Flow  from  this  tongue,  then  let  thy  servant  die  1" 

To  whom  with  dubious  joy  the  queen  replies  : 
"  Wise  is  thy  soul,  but  errors  seize  the  wise  ; 
The  works  of  gods  what  mortal  can  survey  ? 
Who  knows  their  motives,  who  shall  trace  their  way  ? 
But  learn  we  instant  how  the  suitors  trod 
The  paths  of  death,  by  man,  or  by  a  god," 

Thus  speaks  the  queen,  and  no  reply  attends. 
But  with  alternate  joy  and  fear  descends  ; 
At  every  step  debates  her  lord  to  prove  ; 
Or,  rushing  to  his  arms,  confess  her  love  ! 
Then  gliding  through  the  marble  valves,  in  state 
Opposed,  before  the  shining  sire  she  sate. 
The  monarch,  by  a  column  high  enthroned. 
His  eye  withdrew,  and  fix'd  it  on  the  ground  ; 
Curious  to  hear  his  queen  the  silence  break  : 
Amazed  she  sate,  and  impotent  to  speak  ; 
O'er  all  the  man  her  eyes  she  rolls  in  vain. 
Now  hopes,  now  fears,  now  knows,  then  doubts  again. 
At  length  Telemachus     "  Oh,  who  can  find 
A  woman  like  Penelope  unkind  ? 
Why  thus  in  silence  ?  why  with  winning  charms 
Thus  slow  to  fly  with  rapture  to  his  arms  ? 
Stubborn  the  breast  that  with  no  transport  glows. 
When  twice  ten  years  are  pass'd  of  mighty  woes  ; 
To  softness  lost,  to  spousal  love  unknown, 
The  gods  have  formed  that  rigid  heart  of  stone  !  " 

"  0  my  Telemachus  !  (the  queen  rejoin'd,) 
Distracting  fears  confound  my  labouring  mind  ; 
Powerless  to  speak,  I  scarce  uplift  my  eyes. 
Nor  dare  to  question  ;  doubts  on  doubts  ariae. 
Oh  deign  he,  if  Ulysses,  to  remove 
These  boding  thoughts,  and  what  he  is,  to  prove  1 " 

Pleased  with  her  virtuous  fears,  the  king  replies : 
' '  Indulge,  my  son,  the  cautions  of  the  wise  ; 
Time  shall  the  truth  to  sure  remembrance  bring  : 
This  garb  of  poverty  belies  the  king  : 
No  more.     This  day  our  deepest  care  requires. 
Cautious  to  act  what  thought  mature  inspires. 
If  one  man's  blood,  though  mean,  distain  our  handfl^ 
The  homicide  retreats  to  foreign  lands  ; 
By  us,  in  heaps  the  illustrious  peerage  falls, 
The  important  deed  our  whole  attention  calls," 


DEATH  OP  THE  SUlTOil&.  ^^9 

"  Be  that  tliy  care  (Telemachus  replies)  ; 
The  world  conspires  to  speak  Ulysses  wise  ; 
For  wisdom  all  is  thine  !  lo,  I  obey, 
And  dauntless  follow  where  you  led  the  way  ; 
Nor  shalt  thou  in  the  day  of  danger  find 
Thy  coward  son  degenerate  lag  behind." 

"  Then  instant  to  the  bath  (the  monarch  cries), 
Bid  the  gay  youth  and  sprightly  virgins  rise, 
Thence  all  descend  in  pomp  and  proud  array, 
And  bid  the  dome  resound  the  mirthful  lay  ; 
While  the  sweet  lyrist  airs  of  rapture  sings, 
And  forms  the  dance  responsive  to  the  strings, 
That  hence  the  eluded  passengers  may  say, 
'  Lo  !  the  queen  weds  !  we  hear  the  spousal  lay  !  * 
The  suitor's  death,  unknown,  till  we  remove 
Far  fix>m  the  court,  and  act  inspired  by  Jove." 

Thu3  spoke  the  king  :  the  observant  train  obey, 
At  once  they  bathe,  and  dress  in  proud  array  : 
The  lyrist  strikes  the  string  ;  gay  youths  advance. 
And  fair-zoned  damsels  fonn  the  sprightly  dancei 
The  voice,  attuned  to  instrumental  sounds. 
Ascends  the  roof,  the  vaulted  roof  rebounds  ; 
Not  unobserved  :  the  Greeks  eluded  say, 
"  Lo  !  the  queen  weds,  we  hear  the  spousal  lay  \ 
Inconstant  !  to  admit  the  bridal  hour." 
Thus  they — but  nobly  chaste  she  weds  no  more. 

Meanwhile  the  wearied  king  the  bath  ascends, 
With  faithful  cares  Eurynome  attends, 
O'er  every  limb  a  shower  of  fragrance  sheda  ; 
Then,  dress'd  in  pomp,  magnificent  he  treads. 
The  warrior-goddess  gives  hie  frame  to  shine 
With  majesty  enlarged,  and  grace  divine. 
Back  fiom  his  brows  in  wavy  ringlets  fly 
His  thick  large  locks  of  hyacmthinc  dye. 
As  by  some  artist  to  whom  Vulcan  gives 
His  heavenly  skill,  a  breathing  image  lives  ; 
By  Pallas  taught,  he  frames  the  wondrous  mould, 
And  the  pale  silver  glows  wi  ,h  fusilc  gold  : 
So  Pallas  his  heroic  form  improves 
With  bloom  divine,  and  like  a  god  he  moves  ! 
More  high  he  treads,  and  issuing  forth  in  state. 
Radiant  before  his  gazing  consort  sate. 
"  And,  O  my  queen  !  (he  cries)  what  power  above 
Has  steel'd  that  heart,  averse  to  spousal  love? 
Canst  thou,  Penelope,  when  heaven  restores 
Thy  lost  Ulysses  to  his  native  shores. 
Canst  thou,  0  cruel  !  unconcern'd  survey 


330  THE   ODYSSEY  OF   HOMER. 

Thy  lost  Ulysses,  on  this  signal  day  ? 

Haste,  Euryclea,  and  despatchful  spread 

For  me,  and  me  alone,  the  imperial  bed  ; 

My  weary  nature  craves  the  balm  of  rest : 

But  Heaven  with  adamant  has  arm'd  her  breast." 

'•  Ah  no  !  (she  cries)  a  tender  heart  I  bear, 
A  foe  to  pride  :  no  adamant  is  there  ; 
And  now,  e'en  now  it  melts  !  for  sure  I  see 
Once  more  Ulysses  my  beloved  in  thee  ! 
Fix'd  in  my  soul,  as  when  he  sailed  to  Troy, 
His  image  dwells  :  then  haste  the  bed  of  joy, 
Haste,  from  the  bridal  bower  the  bed  translate, 
Fram'd  by  his  hand,  and  be  it  dress'd  in  state  !" 

Thus  speaks  the  queen,  still  dubious,  with  disguise 
Touch'd  at  her  words,  the  king  with  warmth  replies  : 
"Alas  for  this  !  what  mortal  strength  can  move 
The  enormous  burden,  who  but  Heaven  above  ? 
It  mocks  the  weak  attempts  of  human  hands  ! 
But  the  whole  earth  must  move  if  Heaven  commanda 
Then  hear  sure  evidence,  while  we  display 
Words  seal'd  with  sacred  truth  and  truth  obey  : 
This  hand  the  wonder  framed  ;  an  olive  spread 
Full  in  the  court  its  ever  verdant  head. 
Vast  as  some  mighty  column's  bulk,  on  high 
The  huge  trunk  rose,  and  heaved  into  the  sky ; 
Around  the  tree  I  raised  a  nuptial  bower. 
And  roof'd  defensive  of  the  storm  and  shower  ; 
The  spacious  valve,  with  art  inwrought  conjoins  ; 
And  the  fair  dome  with  polished  marble  shines. 
I  lopp'd  the  branchy  head  :  aloft  in  twain 
Sever'd  the  bole,  and  smoothed  the  shining  grain  ; 
Then  posts,  capacious  of  the  frame,  I  raise, 
And  bore  it,  regular,  from  space  to  space  : 
Athwart  the  frame,  at  equal  distance  lie 
Thongs  of  tough  hides,  that  boast  a  purple  dye  ; 
Then  polishing  the  whole,  the  finished  mould 
With  silver  shone,  with  elephant,  and  gold. 
But  if  o'erturn'd  by  rude,  ungovern'd  hands, 
Or  still  inviolate  the  olive  stands, 
'Tis  thine,  0  queen,  to  say,  and  now  impart, 
If  fears  remain,  or  doubts  distract  thy  heart.  " 

While  yet  he  speaks,  her  powers  of  life  decay  ; 
She  sickens,  trembles,  falls,  and  faints  away. 
At  length  recovering,  to  his  arms  she  flew. 
And  strain'd  him  close,  as  to  his  breast  she  grew  ; 
The  tears  pour'd  down  amain,  and  "  0  (she  cries) 
Let  not  against  thy  spouse  ihine  anger  rise  I 


DEATH  OF   THE   SUITORS.  331 

O  vei"sed  in  every  turn  of  lininan  art, 
Forgive  the  weakness  of  a  woman's  heart  ! 
Tlie  righteous  powers,  that  mortal  lot  dispose, 
Decree  us  to  sustain  a  lengtli  of  woes. 
And  from  the  flower  of  lifo  the  bliss  deny 
To  bloom  together,  fade  away,  and  die. 

0  let  me,  let  me  not  thine  anger  move, 
That  I  forbore,  thus,  tlius  to  speak  my  love  : 
Thus  in  fond  kisses,  while  the  transport  warms 
Pour  out  my  soul  and  die  within  thine  arms  ! 

1  dreaded  fraud  !     Men,  faithless  men,  betray 
Our  easy  faith,  and  make  our  sex  their  prey  : 
Against  the  fondness  of  my  heart  I  strove  : 
'Twas  caution,  O  my  lord  !   not  want  of  love. 
Like  irre  had  Helen  fear'd,  with  wanton  charms 
Ere  the  fair  mischief  set  two  Worlds  in  arms  ; 
Ere  Greece  rose  dreadful  in  the  avenging  day  ; 
Thus  had  she  fear'd,  she  had  not  gone  astray. 
But  Hieaven,  averse  to  Greece,  in  wrath  decreed 

That  she  should  wander,  and  that  Greece  should  bleed  ; 

Blind  to  the  ills  that  from  injustice  flow. 

She  colour'cl  all  our  wretched  lives  with  woe. 

But  why  these  sorrows  when  my  lord  arrives  ? 

I  yield,  I  yield  !  my  i^wn  Ulysses  lives  ! 

The  secrets  of  the  bri  Jal  bed  are  known 

To  thee,  to  me,  to  Actoris  alone 

(My  father's  present  in  the  spousal  hour, 

The  sole  attendant  on  our  genial  bower). 

Since  what  no  eye  hath  seen  thy  tongue  reveal'd. 

Hard  and  distrustful  as  I  am,  I  yield." 

Touch'd  to  the  soul,  the  king  with  rapture  hears, 
Hangs  round  her  neck,  and  speaks  his  joy  in  tears. 
As  to  the  shipwreck'd  mariner,  the  shores 
Delightful  rise,  when  angry  Neptune  roars  : 
Then,  when  the  surge  in  thunder  mounts  the  sky, 
And  gulf'd  in  crowds  at  once  the  sailors  die  ; 
If  one,  more  happy,  while  the  tempest  raves. 
Outlives  the  tumult  of  conflicting  waves. 
All  pale,  with  ooze  deform'd,  he  views  the  strand, 
And  plunging  forth  with  transport  grasps  the  land  : 
The  ravisli'd  queen  with  equal  rapture  glows. 
Clasps  her  loved  lord,  and  to  his  bosom  grows. 
Nor  had  they  ended  till  the  morning  ray, 
But  Pallas  backward  held  the  rising  day, 
The  wheels  of  night  retarding,  to  detain 
The  g&y  Aurora  in  the  wavy  main  j 
Wh&feg  flaming:  steeds,  eiiiel'jfin-g  througli  the  nijht, 


332  THE   ODYSSEY   OF  HOMER. 

Beam  o'er  the  eastern  hills  with  streaming  light. 

At  length  Ulysses  with  a  sigh  replies  : 
"  Yet  Fate,  yet  cruel  Fate  repose  denies  ; 
A  labour  long,  and  hard,  remains  behind  ; 
By  heaven  above,  by  hell  beneath  enjoin'd  : 
For  to  Tiresias  through  the  eternal  gates 
Of  hell  I  trode,  to  learn  my  future  fates. 
But  end  we  here — the  night  demands  repose. 
Be  deck'd  the  couch  !  and  peace  awhile,  my  woes  !'• 

To  whom  the  queen  :  "  Thy  word  we  shall  obey. 
And  deck  the  couch  ;  far  hence  be  woes  away  ; 
Since  the  just  gods,  who  tread  the  starry  plains, 
Restore  thee  safe,  since  my  Ulysses  reigns. 
But  what  those  perils  heaven  decrees,  impart ; 
Knowledge  may  grieve,  but  fear  distracts  the  hean."* 

To  this  the  king  :  "Ah,  why  must  I  disclose 
A  dreadful  story  of  approaching  woes  ? 
Why  in  this  hour  of  transport  wound  thy  ears, 
When  thou  must  learn  what  I  must  speak  wth  tearsV 
Heaven,  by  the  Theban  ghost,  thy  spouse  decrees. 
Torn  from  thy  arms,  to  sail  a  length  of  seas  ; 
From  realm  to  realm,  a  nation  to  explore 
Who  ne'er  knew  salt,  or  heard  the  billows  roar. 
Nor  saw  gay  vessel  stem  the  surgy  plain, 
A  painted  wonder,  flying  on  the  main  : 
An  oar  my  hand  must  bear  ;  a  shepherd  eyes 
The  unknown  instrument  with  strange  surprise. 
And  calls  a  corn-van  ;  this  upon  the  plain 
I  fix,  and  hail  the  monarch  of  the  main  ; 
Then  bathe  his  altars  with  the  mingled  gore 
Of  victims  vow'd,  a  ram,  a  bull,  a  boar  ; 
Thence  swift  re-sailing  to  my  native  shores. 
Due  victims  slay  to  all  the  ethereal  powers. 
Then  Heaven  decrees,  in  peace  to  end  my  days 
And  steal  myself  from  life  by  slow  decays  I 
Unknown  to  pain,  in  age  resign  my  breath. 
When  late  stern  Neptune  points  the  shaft  of  death ; 
To  the  dark  grave  retiring  as  to  rest ; 
My  people  blessing,  by  my  people  bless'd. 
Sucii  future  scenes  the  all-righteous  powers  display 
By  their  dread  seer,  and  such  my  future  day." 

To  whom  thus  firm  of  soul :  "  If  ripe  for  death. 
And  full  of  days,  thou  gently  yield  thy  breath ; 
While  Heaven  a  kind  release  from  ills  foreshows. 
Triumph,  thou  happy  victor  of  thy  woes  V  " 

But  Euryclea,  with  dispatchful  care, 
And  sage  Eurynoml,  tho  cottch  prepare ; 


DEATH   OF   THE   SUITOBS.  833 

Instant  they  bid  the  blazing  torch  display 
Around  the  dome  an  artificial  day  ; 
Then  to  repose  her  stops  the  matron  bends. 
And  to  the  queen  Eurynome  descends  ; 
A  torch  she  bears,  to  light  with  guiding  fires 
The  royal  pair  ;  she  guides  them,  and  retires 
Then  instant  his  fair  spouse  Ulysses  led 
To  the  chaste  love  rites  of  the  nuptial  bed. 

And  now  the  blooming  youths  and  sprightly  fair 
Cease  the  gay  dance,  and  to  their  rest  repair ; 
But  in  discourse  the  king  and  consort  lay, 
While  the  soft  hours  stole  unperceived  away  ; 
Intent  he  hears  Penelope  disclose 
A  mournful  story  of  domestic  woes. 
His  servants'  insults,  his  invaded  bed, 
How  his  whole  flocks  and  herds  exhausted  bled. 
His  generous  wines  dishoncur'd  shed  in  vain. 
And  the  wild  riots  of  the  suitor- train. 
The  king  alternate  a  dire  tale  relates. 
Of  wars,  of  triumph^  and  disastrous  fates  ; 
All  he  unfolds  ;  ias  Rstening  spouse  turns  pale 
With  pleasing  horror  at  the  dr  a-^ful  tale  ; 
Sleepless  devours  each  word  ;  and  hears  how  slajn 
Cicons  on  Cicons  swell  the  ensanguined  plain ; 
How  to  the  land  of  Lote  unbless'd  he  sails  ; 
And  images  the  rills  and  flowery  vales  ! 
How  dash'd  like  dogs,  his  friends  the  Cyclops  tore 
(Not  unrevenged),  and  quaff'd  the  spouting  gore  ; 
How  the  loud  storms  in  pricon  bound,  he  sails 
From  friendly  ^olus  with  prosperous  gales  : 
Yet  fate  withstands  !  a  sudden  tempest  roars. 
And  whirls  him  groaning  from  his  native  shores : 
How  on  the  barbarous  Ltostrigonian  coast. 
By  savage  hands  his  fleet  and  friends  he  lost  ; 
How  scarce  himself  survived  •  he  paints  the  bower. 
The  spells  of  Circe    and  h^r  magic  power  ; 
His  dreadful  journey  to  th:  realms  beneatJl, 
To  seek  Tiresias  in  the  vales  of  death  ; 
How  in  the  doleful  mansions  he  survey'd 
ffis  royal  mother,  pale  Anticlea's  shade ; 
And  friends  in  battle  slain,  heroic  ghosts  I 
Then  h.  w,  unharm'd,  he  pass'd  the  Syren-ooasts, 
The  justling  r^cks  where  fierce  Charybdis  raves. 
And  howling  Scylla  whirls  her  thunderous  waves^ 
The  cave  of  death  I  How  his  companions  slay 
The  oxen  sacred  to  the  god  of  day. 
tW  Jore  in  wrath  the  tattling  tempest  guidefl^ 


334  THE   ODYSSEY   OF   HOMER. 

And  vvlxelms  the  offenders  in  the  roaring  tides  : 

How  struggling  through  the  surge  he  reach'd  the  shores 

Of  fair  Ogygia,  and  Calypso's  bowers  ; 

Where  the  jay  blooming  nymph  constrain'd  his  stay, 

With  sweet,  reluctant,  amorous  delay; 

And  promised,  vainly  promised,  to  bestow 

Immortal  life,  oxempt  from  age  and  woe  : 

How  saved  frum  storms  Phaeaci^.  j  coast  he  trod. 

By  great  ALinoiis  honour'd  as  a  god, 

Who  gave  hina  last  his  country  to  behold. 

With  change  of  raiment,  brass,  and  heaps  of  gold 

He  ended,  sinking  into  sleep,  and  shares 
A  sweet  forgetfulness  of  all  his  cares. 

Soon  as  soft  slumber  eased  the  toils  of  day, 
Minerva  rushes  through  the  aerial  way. 
And  bids  Aurora  with  her  golden  wheels 
Flame  from  the  ocean  o'er  the  eastern  hills  ; 
Uprose  Ulysses  from  the  genial  bed. 
And  thus  v.  ith  thought  mature  the  monarch  said  : 

"  My  queen,  my  consort  !  through  a  length  of  years 
We  drank  ih:  cup  A  sorrow  mix'd  with  tears  ; 
Thou,  for  t.-y  lor1  ;  while  me  the  immortal  powers 
Detain'd  reluctant  from  my  native  shores. 
Now,  bless'd  again  by  Heaven,  the  queen  display. 
And  rule  our  palace  with  an  equal  sway. 
Be  it  my  care,  by  loans,  or  martial  toils. 
To  throng  my  empty  folds  with  gifts  or  spoils. 
But  now  I  haste  to  bless  Laertes'  eyes 
With  sight  of  his  Ulysses  ere  he  dies  ; 
The  good  old  man,  to  wasting  woes  a  prey, 
Weeps  a  sad  life  in  solitude  away. 
But  hear,  though  wise  !  This  morning  shall  unfold 
The  aeathful  scene,  on  heroes  heroes  roll'd. 
Thou  with  thy  maids  within  the  palace  stay. 
From  all  the  scene  of  tumult  far  away  !" 

He  spoke,  and  sheathed  in  arms  incessant  flies 
To  wake  his  son,  and  bid  his  friends  arise. 
"  To  arms  !"  aloud  he  cries  ;  his  friends  obey. 
With  glittering  arms  their  manly  limbs  array. 
And  pass  the  city  gate  ;  Ulysses  leads  the  way. 
Now  flames  the  rosy  dawn,  but  Pallas  shrouds  ' 
The  latent  warriors  in  a  veil  of  clouds. 


BOOK  XXIV. 


ARGUMENT. 

The  souls  of  the  enitore  are  conducted  by  Mercury  to  the  InfernaV 
shades.  Ulysses  in  the  country  goes  to  the  retirement  of  his  father, 
Laertes  ;  he  finds  him  busied  in  his  warden  all  alone  :  the  manner  of 
his  discovery  to  him  is  beautifully  described.  They  return  together 
to  his  lodge,  and  the  king  is  acknowledged  by  Dolius  and  the  ser- 
vants. The  Ithacensians,  led  by  Eupithes,  the  father  of  Antinous, 
rise  against  Ulysses,  who  gives  them  battle,  in  which  Eupithes  is 
killed  by  Laertes  :  and  the  goddess  Pallas  makes  a  lasting  peace  be- 
tween Ulysses  and  his  subjects,  which  concludes  the  Odyssey. 

Cyllenitjs  now  to  Pluto's  dreary  reign 
Conveys  th'  dead,  a  lamentable  train  ! 
The  golden  wand,  that  causes  sleep  to  fly. 
Or  in  soft  slumber  seals  the  wakeful  eye, 
That  drives  the  ghosts  to  realms  of  night  or  day. 
Point  •  out  the  long  uncomfortable  way. 
Trembling  the  spectres  glide,  and  plaintive  vent 
Thin,  hollow  screams,  along  the  deep  descent. 
As  in  the  cavern  of  some  rifted  den. 
Where  flock  nocturnal  bats,  and  birds  obscene  ; 
Cluster'd  they  hang,  till  at  some  sudden  shock 
Thev  move,  and  murmurs  run  through  all  the  rock  f 
So  cowering  fled  the  sable  heaps  of  ghosts, 
And  such  a  scream  fill'd  all  the  dismal  coasts. 
And  now  they  reach'd  the  earth's  remotest  ends. 
And  now  the  gates  where  evening  Sol  descends. 
And  Leucas'  rock,  and  Ocean's  utmost  streams. 
And  now  pervade  the  d  isky  land  of  dreams, 
And  rest  at  last,  where  eouIs  unbodied  dwell 
In  ever-flowing  meads  of  asphodel. 
The  empty  forms  of  men  inhabit  there. 
Impassive  semblance,  images  of  air  ! 
Naught  else  are  all  that  shined  on  earth  before : 
Ajax  and  great  Achilles  are  no  more  ! 
Yet  still  a  master  ghost,  the  rest  he  awed. 
The  rest  adored  him,  towering  as  he  trod  ; 
Still  at  his  side  is  Nestor's  son  survey'd, 
Aud  loved  Patroclus  still  attends  his  shad*. 
(  335  ) 


336  THE   ODYSSEY  OF  HOMER. 

New  as  they  were  to  that  infernal  shore, 
The  suitors  stopp'd,  and  gazed  the  hero  o'er. 
When,  moving  slow,  the  regal  form  they  view*!! 
Of  great  Atrides  :  him  in  pomp  pursued 
And  solemn  sadness  through  the  gloom  of  hell, 
The  train  of  those  who  by  -Sgysthus  fell : 

"  O  mighty  chief  !  (Pelides  thus  began) 
Honour'd  by  Jove  above  the  lot  of  man  I 
King  of  a  hundred  kings  !  to  whom  resign'd 
The  strongest,  bravest,  greatest  of  mankind, 
Comest  thou  the  first,  to  view  this  dreary  state  ? 
And  was  the  noblest,  the  first  mark  of  Fate, 
Condemn'd  to  pay  the  great  arrear  so  soon, 
The  lot,  which  all  lament,  and  none  can  shun  I 
Oh  !  better  hadst  thou  sunk  in  Trojan  ground. 
With  all  thy  full-blown  honours  cover'd  round  ; 
Then  grateful  Greece  with  streaming  eyes  might  raistt 
Historic  marbles  to  record  thy  praise  : 
Thy  praise  eternal  on  the  faithful  stone 
Had  with  transmissive  glories  graced  thy  son. 
But  heavier  fates  were  destined  to  attend  : 
What  man  is  happy,  till  he  knows  his  end?" 

"  O  son  of  Peleus  !  greater  than  mankind  I 
(Thus  Agamemnon's  kingly  shade  rejoin'd) 
Thrice  happy  thou,  to  press  the  martial  plain 
'Midst  heaps  of  heroes  in  thy  quarrel  slain  : 
In  clouds  of  smoke  raised  by  the  noble  fray. 
Great  and  terrific  e'en  in  death  you  lay, 
And  deluges  of  blood  flow'd  round  you  every  way. 
Nor  ceased  the  strife  till  Jove  himself  opposed. 
And  all  in  tempests  the  dire  evening  closed. 
Then  to  the  fleet  we  bore  thy  honour'd  load. 
And  decent  on  the  funeral  bed  bestow'd  ; 
Then  unguents  sweet  and  tepid  streams  we  shed  ; 
Tears  flow'd  from  every  eye,  and  o'er  the  dead 
Each  clipp'd  the  curling  honours  of  his  head. 
Struck  at  the  news,  thy  azure  motlier  came. 
The  sea-green  sisters  waited  on  the  dame  : 
A  voice  of  loud  lament  through  all  the  main 
Was  heard  ;  and  terror  seized  the  Grecian  train  : 
Back  to  their  ships  the  frighted  host  had  fled  ; 
But  Nestor  spoke,  they  listen'd  and  obey'd 
(From  old  experience  Nestor's  counsel  springs. 
And  long  vicissitudes  of  human  things): 
'  Forbear  your  flight :  fair  Thetis  from  the  main 
To  mourn  Achilles  leads  her  azure  train.' 
Around  thee  stand  the  daughters  of  the  deep, 


fcONCLUsioK.  337 

Robe  thee  in  heavenly  vests,  and  round  thee  weep  : 
Round  thee,  the  Muses,  with  alternate  strain, 
In  ever-consecrating  verse,  complain. 
Each  warlike  Greek  the  moving  music  hears 
And  iron-hearted  heroes  melt  in  tears.  ' 

Till  .seventeen  nights  and  seventeen  days  return'd 
All  that  was  mortal  or  immortal  mourn'd 
To  flames  we  gave  thee,  the  succeeding  day, 
And  fatted  sheep  and  sable  oxen  slay  ; 

With  oils  and  honey  blazed  the  augmented  fires 

.ind,  like  a  god  adom'd,  thy  earthly  part  expires. 

Unnumber'd  warriors  round  the  burning  pile 

Urge  the  fleet  coursers  or  the  racer's  toil  ; 

Thick  clouds  of  dust  o'er  all  the  circle  rise. 

And  the  mix'd  clamour  thunders  in  the  skies. 

Soon  as  absorb'd  in  all-embracing  flame 

Sunk  what  was  mortal  of  thy  mighty  name. 

We  then  collect  thy  snowy  bones,  and  place' 

With  wines  and  unguents  in  a  golden  vase 

(The  vase  to  Thetis  Bacchus  gave  of  old. 

And  Vulcan's  art  enrich'd  the  sculptured' gold). 

There,  we  thy  relics,  great  Achilles  !  blend 

With  dear  Patroclus,  thy  departed  friend  : 

In  the  same  urn  a  separate  space  contains* 

Thy  next  beloved,  Antilochus'  remains. 

Now  all  the  sons  of  warlike  Greece  surround 

Thy  destined  tomb,  and  cast  a  mighty  mound  • 

High  on  the  shore  the  growing  hill  we  raise,    ' 

That  wide  the  extended  Hellespont  surveys  '• 
Where  all,  from  age  to  age,  who  pass  the  coast 
May  point  Achilles'  tomb,  and  hail  the  mighty  ffhogfc. 

I  hetis  herself  to  all  our  peers  proclaims         "^  * 

Heroic  prizes  and  exequial  games  ; 

The  gods  assented  ;  and  around  thee  lay 

Rich  spoils  and  gifts  that  blazed  against  the  das-  ^ 

Oft  have  I  seen  with  solemn  funeral  games 

Heroes  and  kings  committed  to  the  flames  ;  : 

But  strength  of  youth,  or  valour  of  the  brave 

With  nobler  contest  ne'er  renown 'd  a  grave    ' 

Such  were  the  games  by  azure  Thetis  given 

And  such  thy  honours,  O  beloved  of  Heaven' I 

Dear  to  mankind  thy  fame  survives,  nor  fades 

Its  bloom  eternal  in  the  Stygian  shades. 

But  what  to  me  avail  my  honours  gone 

Successful  toils,  and  battles  bravely  wo'n  ? 

Doom'd  by  stern  Jove  at  home  to  end  my  life 

iJy  cursed  -Slgysthus,  and  a  faithless  wife  '  '• 


o88  THE   ODYSSEY  OF  HOMEii. 

Thus  they  :  while  Hemies  o'er  the  dreary  plain 
Tied  the  sad  numbers  by  Ulysses  slain. 
On  each  majestic  form  thej'  cast  a  view, 
And  timorous  pass'd,  and  awfully  withdrew. 
But  Agamemnon,  through  the  gloomy  shade. 
His  ancient  host  Amphimedon  survey'd  : 
' '  Son  of  Melanthius  !  (he  began)  0  say  ! 
What  cause  compell'd  so  many,  and  so  gay. 
To  tread  the  downward,  melancholy  way  ? 
Say,  could  one  city  yield  a  troop  so  fair  ? 
Were  all. these  partners  of  one  native  air? 
Or  did  the  rage  of  storlny  Neptune  sweep 
Your  lives  at  once,  and  whelm  beneath  tho  deep? 
Did  nightly  thieves,  or  pirates'  cruel  bands, 
Drench  with  your  blood  your  pillaged  country's  sands  ? 
Or  well-defending  some  beleaguer'd  wall. 
Say,  for  the  public  did  ye  greatly  fall  ? 
Inform  thy  guest  :  for  such  I  was  of  yore 
When  our  triumphant  navies  touch'd  your  siio."r 
Forced  a  long  month  the  wintry  seas  to  bear, 
To  move  the  great  Ulysses  to  the  war." 

"  0  king  of  men  !  I  faithful  shall  relate 
(Replied  Amphimedon)  our  hapless  fate. 
Ulysses  absent,  our  ambitious  aim 
With  rival  loves  puisued  his  royal  dame  ; 
Her  coy  reserve,  and  prudence  mix'd  with  pride. 
Our  common  suit  nor^ranted,  nor  denied  ; 
But  close  with  inward  hate  our  deaths  design'd  ; 
Versed  in  all  arts  of  wily  womankind. 
Her  hand,  laborious,  in  delusion  spread 
A  spacious  loom,  and  mix'd  the  various  thread. 
'  Ye  peers  (she  cried)  who  press  to  gain  my  heart, 
Where  dead  Ulysses  claims  no  more  a  part. 
Yet  a  short  space  your  rival  suit  suspend. 
Till  this  funereal  web  my  labours  end  : 
Cease,  till  to  good  Laertes  I  bequeath 
A  task  of  grief,  his  ornaments  of  death  : 
Lest  when  the  Fates  his  royal  ashes  claim. 
The  Grecian  matrons  taint  my  spotless  fame  ; 
Should  he,  long  honour'd  with  supreme  command, 
W^ant  the  last  duties  of  a  daughter's  hand.' 

"  The  fiction  pleased,  our  generous  train  complies. 
Nor  fraud  mistrusts  in  virtue's  fair  disguise. 
The  work  she  plied,  but  studious  of  delaj'. 
Each  following  night  reversed  the  toils  of  day. 
Unheard,  unseen,  three  years  her  arts  prevail  ; 
The  fourth,  her  maid  reveal'd  the  amazmg  tale, 


CONCLUSION.  839 

And  show'd  ^s  unperceived  we  took  our  stand. 
The  backward  labours  of  her  faithless  hand. 
Forced  she  completes  it ;  and  before  us  lay 
The  mingled  web,  whose  gold  and  silver  ray 
Display'd  the  radiance  of  the  night  and  day. 

"  Just  as  she  finish'd  her  illustrious  toil, 
111  fortune  led  Ulysses  to  our  isle. 
Far  in  a  lonely  nook,  beside  the  sea, 
At  an  old  swineherd's  rural  lodge  he  lay  : 
Thither  his  son  from  sandy  Pyle  repairs, 
And  speedy  lands,  and  secretly  confers. 
They  plan  our  future  ruin,  and  resort 
Confederate  to  the  city  and  the  court. 
First  came  the  son  ;  the  father  next  succeeds. 
Clad  like  a  beggar,  whom  Eumaeus  leads  ; 
Propp'd  on  a  staff,  deform'd  with  age  and  care. 
And  hung  with  rags  that  flutter'd  in  the  air. 
Who  could  Ulysses  in  that  form  behold  ? 
Scorn'd  by  the  young,  forgotten  by  the  old, 
Ill-used  by  All  !.to  everry  wrong  resign'd, 
Patient  he  suffer'd  with  a  constant  mind. 
But  when,  arising  in  his  wrath  to  obey 
The  will  of  Jove,  he  gave  the  vengeance  way  : 
The  scatter'd  arms  that  hung  around  the  dome 
Careful  he  treasured  in  a  private  room  ; 
Then  to  her  suitors  bade  his  queen  propose 
The  archer's  strife,  the  source  of  future  woes, 
And  omen  of  our  death  !     In  vain  we  drew 
The  twanging  string,  and  tried  the  stubborn  yew  : . 
To  none  it  yields  but  great  Ulysses'  hands  ; 
In  vain  we  threat  :  Telemachus  commands  : 
The  bow  he  snatch'd,  and  in  an  instant  bent ; 
Through  every  ring  the  victor  arrow  went. 
Fierce  on  the  threshold  then  in  arms  he  stood  ; 
Pour'd  forth  the  darts  that  thirsted  for  our  blood. 
And  frowii'd  before  us,  dreadful  as  a  god  ! 
First  bleeds  Antinoils  :  thick  the  shafts  resound. 
And  heaps  on  heaps  the  wretches  strew  the  ground  ; 
This  way,  and  that,  we  turn,  we  fly,  we  fall  ; 
Some  god  assisted,  and  uumann'd  us  all  : 
Ignoble  cries  precede  the  dying  groans  ;  .     - 

And  batter'd  brains  and  blood  besmear  the  stones. 

"  Thus,  great  Atrides,  thus  Ulysses  drove 
The  shades  thou  seest  from  yon  fair  realms  above  ; 
Our  mangled  bodies  now  deform'd  witli  gore, 
Cold  and  neglected,  spread  the  marble  floor. 
No  friend  to  bathe  our  wounds,  or  t^&ts  to  shsd  A 


?40  THE   ODTSSET   OF   HOMER. 

O'er  the  pale  corse  !  the  honours  of  the  dead." 

"  Oh  bless'd  Ulysses  !  (thus  the  king  express'd 
H's  sudden  rapture)  in  thy  consort  bless'd  ! 
Not  more  thy  wisdom  than  her  virtue  ahined  ; 
Not  more  thy  patience  than  her  constant  mind. 
Icarius'  daughter,  glory  of  the  past. 
And  model  to  the  future  age,  shall  last  : 
The  gods,  to  honour  her  fair  fame,  shall  rise 
(Their  great  reward)  a  poet  in  her  praise. 
Not  such,  O  Tyndarus  !  thy  daughter's  deed, 
By  whose  dire  hand  her  king  and  husband  bled  ; 
Her  shall  the  Muse  to  infamy  prolong. 
Example  dread,  and  theme  of  tragic  song ! 
The  general  sex  shall  suffer  in  her  shame, 
And  e'en  the  best  that  bears  a  woman's  name." 

Thus  in  the  regions  of  eternal  shade 
Conferr'd  the  mournful  phantoms  of  the  dead  ; 
"While  from  the  town,  Ulysses  and  his  band 
Pass'd  to  Laertes'  cultivated  land. 
The  ground  himself  had  purchased  with  his  pain. 
And  labour  made  the  rugged  soil  a  plain. 
There  stood  his  mansion  of  the  rural  sort, 
With  useful  buildings  round  the  lowly  court  ; 
Where  the  few  servants  that  divide  his  care 
Took  their  laborious  rest,  and  homely  fare  ; 
And  one  Sicilian  matron,  old  and  sage. 
With  constant  duty  tends  his  drooping  age 

Here  now  arriving,  to  hie  rustic  band 
And  martial  son,  Ulysses  gave  command  : 
"  Enter  the  house,  and  of  the  bristly  swin« 
Select  the  largest  to  the  powers  divine. 
Alone,  and  unattended,  let  me  try 
If  yet  I  share  the  old  man's  memory  : 
If  those  dim  eyes  can  yet  Ulysses  know 
(Their  light  and  dearest  object  long  ago). 
Now  changed  with  time,  with  absence,  and  with  woe." 
Then  to  his  train  he  gives  his  spear  and  shield  ; 
The  house  they  enter  ;  and  he  seeks  the  field. 
Through  rows  of  shade,  with  various  fruitage  crown'd. 
And  labour'd  scenes  of  richest  verdure  round. 
Nor  aged  Dolius,  nor  his  sons,  were  there, 
Nor  servants,  absent  on  another  care  ; 
To  search  the  woods  for  sets  of  flowery  thorn. 
Their  orchard  bounds  to  strengthen  and  adorn. 

But  all  alone  the  hoary  king  he  found  ; 
BUs  habit  cour^,  but  warmly  wrapp'd  around  ; 
BiB  head^  tli«i  bow'd  with  many  a  pensive  Gar*« 


CONCLUSION.  841 

Fenced  with  a  double  cap  of  goatskin  hair  :       -  •  - 

His  buskins  old,  in  former  service  torn, 

But  well  repair'd  ;  and  gloves  against  the  thorn. 

In  this  array  the  kingly  gardener  stood. 

And  clear'd  a  plant,  encumber'd  with  its  wood. 

Beneath  a  neighbouring  tree,  the  chief  divina 
Gazed  o'er  his  sire,  retracing  every  line, 
The  ruins  of  himself,  now  worn  away 
With  age,  yet  still  majestic  in  decay  ! 
Sudden  his  eyes  released  their  watery  store  ; 
The  much-enduring  man  could  bear  no  more. 
Doubtful  he  stood,  if  instant  to  embrace 
His  aged  limbs,  to  kiss  his  reverend  face. 
With  eager  transport  to  disclose  the  whole, 
And  pour  at  once  the  torrent  of  his  soul. — 
Not  so  :  his  judgment  takes  the  winding  way 
Of  question  distant,  and  of  soft  essay  ;  > 

More  gentle  methods  on  weak  age  employs  : 
And  moves  the  sorrows  to  enhance  the  joys.  ^ 

Then,  to  his  sire  with  beating  heart  he  moves,  1 

And  with  a  tender  pleasantry  reproves  ;  :.r. 

Who  digging  round  the  plant  still  hangs  his  head,  ^ 

Nor  aught  remits  the  work,  while  thus  he  said  :  v^ 

"  Great  is  thy  skill,  O  father  !  great  thy  toil,  •:' 

Thy  careful  hand  is  stamp'd  on  all  the  soil, 
Thy  squadron'd  vineyards  well  thy  art  declare, 
The  olive  green,  blue  fig,  and  pendent  pear  ; 
And  not  one  empty  spot  escapes  thy  care. 
On  every  plant  and  tree  thy  cares  are  shown. 
Nothing  neglected,  but  thyself  alone. 

Forgive  me,  father,  if  this  fault  I  blame  ;  ■'; 

Age  so  advanced,  may  some  indulgence  claim.  i. 

Not  for  thy  sloth,  I  deem  thy  lord  unkind  : 
Nor  speaks  thy  form  a  mean  or  servile  mind  ; 
I  read  a  monarch  in  that  princely  air. 

The  same  thy  aspect,  if  the  same  thy  care  ;  '! 

Soft  sleep,  fair  garments,  and  the  joys  of  wine. 
These  are  the  rights  of  age,  and  should  be  thine.  ' 

Who  then  thy  master,  say  ?  and  whose  the  land 
So  dress'd  and  managed  by  thy  skilful  hand  ? 
But  chief,  oh  tell  me  !  (what  I  question  most)  i 

Is  this  the  far-famed  Ithacensian  coast? 
For  so  reported  the  first  man  I  view'd 
/Some  surly  islander,  of  manners  rude), 
Nor  farther  conference  vouchsafed  to  stay  ; 
Heedless  he  whistled,  and  pursued  his  way. 
Bat  tkda«  whom  yeari  have  tattght  to  anderataiid« 


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THE   ODYSSEY    OF   HOMER. 


Humanely  hear,  and  answer  my  demand  : 

A  friend  I  seek,  a  wise  one  and  a  brave  : 

Say,  lives  he  yet,  or  moulders  in  the  grave  ? 

Time  was  (my  fortunes  then  were  at  the  best) 

When  at  my  house  I  lodged  this  foreign  guest  ; 

He  said,  from  Ithaca's  fair  isle  he  came, 

And  old  Laertes  was  his  father's  name. 

To  him,  whatever  to  a  guest  is  owed 

I  paid,  and  hospitable  gifts  bestow'd  : 

To  him  seven  talents  of  pure  ore  I  told. 

Twelve  cloaks,  twelve  vests,  twelve  tunics  sti5  with  gold 

A  bowl,  that  rich  with  polish'd  silver  flames. 

And  skill'd  in  female  works,  four  lovely  dames." 

At  this  the  father,  with  a  father's  fears 
'His  venerable  eyes  bedimm'd  with  tears)  : 
"  This  is  the  laud  ;  but  ah  !  thy  gifts  are  lost, 
For  godless  men,  and  rude  possess  the  coast  : 
Sunk  is  the  glory  of  this  once-famed  shore  ! 
Thy  ancient  friend,  0  stranger,  is  no  more  ! 
Full  recompense  thy  bounty  else  had  borne  : 
For  every  good  man  yields  a  just  return  : 
So  civil  rights  demand  ;  and  who  begins 
The  track  of  friendship,  not  pursuing,  sins. 
But  tell  me,  stranger,  be  the  truth  confess'd,- 
What  years  have  circled  since  thou  saw'st  that  guest  ? 
That  hapless  guest,  alas  !  for  ever  gone  ! 
.  Wretch  that  he  was  !  and  that  I  am  !  my  son  ! 
If  ever  man  to  misery  was  born, 
'Twas  his  to  suffer,  and  'tis  mine  to  mourn  ! 
Far  from  his  friends,  and  from  his  native  reign, 
He  lies  a  prey  to  monsters  of  the  main  ; 
Or  savage  beasts  his  mangled  relics  tear. 
Or  screaming  vultures  scatter  through  the  air : 
Nor  could  his  mother  funeral  unguents  shed  ; 
Xor  wail'd  his  father  o'er  the  untimely  dead  : 
Nor  his  sad  consort,  on  the  mournful  bier, 
Seal'd  his  cold  eyes,  or  dropp'd  a  tender  tfar  ! 

"  But,  tell  me  who  thou  art  ?  and  what  thy  race? 
Tliy  town,  thy  parents,  and  thy  native  place '? 
Or,  if  a  merchant  in  pursuit  of  gain, 
What  port  received  thy  vessel  from  the  main  ? 
Or  comest  thou  single,  or  attend  thy  train  ?  " 

Then  thus  the  son  :  ' '  j^'rom  Alybas  I  came. 
My  palace  there  ;  Eperitus  my  name. 
Not  vulgar  born  ;  from  Aphidas,  the  king 
Of  Polyphemon's  rdyal  llnd.  1  spring. 
Bouiy  adverse  denied  from  Sicania  bore 


Our  wandering  course,  and  drove  us  on  your  shore ; 
Far  from  tlie  town,  an  unfrequented  bay 
Relieved  our  wearied  vessel  from  the  sea. 
Five  years  have  circled  since  these  eyes  pursued 
Ulysses  parting  through  the  sable  flood  : 
Prosperous  he  sail'd,  with  dexter  auguries, 
And  all  the  wing'd  good  omens  of  the  skies. 
Well  hoped  we  then  to  meet  on  this  fair  shore, 
Whom  Heaven,  alas  !  decreed  to  meet  no  more." 

Quick  through  the  father's  heart  these  accents  ran  ; 
Grief  seized  at  once,  and  wrapp'd  up  all  the  man  : 
Deep  from  his  soul  he  sigh'd,  and  sorrowing  spread 
A  cloud  of  ashes  on  his  hoary  head. 
Trembling  with  agonies  of  strong  delight 
Stood  the  great  son,  heart- wounded  with  the  sight  : 
He  ran,  he  seized  him  with  a  strict  embrace. 
With  thousand  kisses  wander'd  o'er  his  face  : 
"  I,  I  am  he  ;  O  father,  rise  !  behold 
Thy  son,  with  twenty  winters  now  grown  old  ; 
Thy  son,  so  long  desired,  so  long  detain'd. 
Restored,  and  breathing  in  his  native  land  : 
These  floods  of  sorrow,  O  my  sire,  restrain  ! 
The  vengeance  is  complete  ;  the  suitor  train, 
Stretch'd  in  our  palace,  by  these  hands  lie  slain." 

Amazed,  Laertes  :  "  Give  some  certain  sign 
(If  such  thou  art)  to  manifest  thee  mine." 

"  Lo  here  the  wound  (he  cries)  received  of  yore. 
The  scar  indented  by  the  tusky  boar, 
When,  by  thyself,  and  by  Anticlea  sent. 
To  old  Autolycus'  realms  I  went. 
Yet  by  another  sign  thy  offspring  know  ; 
The  several  trees  you  gave  me  long  ago. 
While  yet  a  child,  these  fields  I  loved  to  trace, 
And  trod  thy  footsteps  with  unequal  pace  ; 
To  every  plant  in  order  as  we  came, 
Well-pleased,  you  told  its  nature  and  its  name, 
Whate'er  my  childish  fancy  ask'd,  bestow'd  : 
Twelve  pear-trees^  bowing  with  their  pendent  load, 
And  ten,  that  red  with  blushing  apples  glow'd  ; 
Full  fifty  purple  figs  ;  and  many  a  row 
Of  various  yines  that  then  began  to  blow, 
A  future  vintage  !  when  the  Hours  produce 
Their  latent  buds,  and  Sol  exalts  the  juice." 

Smit  with  the  signs  which  all  his  doubts  explain. 
His  heart  within  him  melts  ;  his  knees  sustain 
Their  feeble  weight  no  more  :  his  arms  alone 
Support  him,  round  the  loved  Ulysses  thrown  ; 


Mi  THE   ODTSSEY   OF  HOMES. 

He  faints,  he  sinks,  with  mighty  joys  oppress'd  : 
Ulysses  clasps  him  to  his  eager  breast. 
Soon  as  returning  life  regains  its  seat, 
And  his  breath  lengthens,  and  his  pulses  beat  : 
"  Yes,  I  believe  (he  cries)  almighty  Jove  ! 
Heaven  rules  us  yet,  and  gods  there  are  above. 
'Tis  so — the  suitors  for  their  wrongs  have  paid — 
But  what  shall  guard  us,  if  the  town  invade? 
If,  while  the  news  through  every  city  flies, 
All  Ithaca  and  Cephalenia  rise  ?  " 
To  this  Ulysses  :  "  As  the  gods  shall  please 
Be  all  the  rest  :  and  set  thy  soul  at  ease. 
Haste  to  the  cottage  by  this  orchard's  side. 
And  take  the  banquet  which  our  cares  provide  ; 
There  wait  thy  faithful  band  of  rural  friends, 
And  there  the  young  Telemachus  attends." 

Thus,  having  said,  they  traced  the  garden  o'er. 
And  stooping  entered  at  the  lowly  door. 
The  swains  and  young  Telemachus  they  found. 
The  victim  portion'd  and  the  goblet  crown'd. 
The  hoary  king,  his  old  Sicilian  maid 
Perfum'd  and  wash'd,  and  gorgeously  arrayed. 
Pallas  attending  gives  his  frame  to  shine 
With  awful  port,  and  majesty  divine  ; 
His  gazing  son  admires  the  godlike  grace, 
And  air  celestial  dawning  o'er  his  face. 
' '  What  god  (he  cried)  my  father's  form  improves  \ 
How  high  he  treads  and  how  enlarged  he  moves  ! " 

"  Oh  1  would  to  all  the  deathless  powers  on  higl^ 
Pallas  and  Jove,  and  him  who  gilds  the  sky  ! 
(Replied  the  king  elated  with  his  praise) 
My  strength  were  still,  as  once  in  better  days  : 
When  the  bold  Cephalens  the  leaguer  form'd. 
And  proud  Nericus  trembled  as  I  storm'd. 
Such  were  I  now,  not  absent  from  your  deed 
When  the  last  sun  beheld  the  suitors  bleed, 
This  arm  had  aided  yours,  this  hand  bestrown 
Our  shores  with  death,  and  push'd  the  slaughter  on  ; 
Nor  had  the  sire  been  separate  from  the  son." 

They  communed  thus  ;  while  homeward  bent  their  w»y 
The  swains,  fatigued  with  labours  of  the  day  : 
Dolius,  the  first,  the  venerable  man  ; 
And  next  his  sons,  a  long  succeeding  train. 
For  due  refection  to  the  bower  they  came, 
Call'd  by  the  careful  old  Sicilian  dame. 
Who  nursed  the  children,  and  now  tends  the  sire  , 
They  see  their  lord,  they  gaze,  and  they  admire. 


CONCLUSION.  846 

On  cTiairs  and  beds  in  order  seated  round, 

Thej  share  the  gladsome  board  ;  the  roofs  resound, 

While  thus  Ulysses  to  his  ancient  friend  : 

"  Forbear  your  wonder,  and  the  feast  attend  : 

The  rites  have  waited  long."     The  chief  commands     • 

Their  love  in  vain  ;  old  Dolius  spreads  his  hands, 

Springs  to  his  master  with  a  warm  embrace. 

And  fastens  kisses  on  his  hands  and  face  ; 

Then  thus  broke  out  :  "  O  long,  O  daily  mourn'd  ! 

Beyond  our  hopes,  and  to  our  wish  return'd  ! 

Conducted  sure  by  Heaven  !  for  Heaven  alone 

Could  work  this  wonder  :  welcome  to  thy  own  I 

And  joys  and  happiness  attend  thy  throne  ! 

Who  knows  thy  bless'd,  thy  wish'd  return  ?  oh  say, 

To  the  chaste  queen  shall  we  the  news  convey  ? 

Or  hears  she,  and  with  blessings  loads  the  day  ?  " 

"  Dismiss  that  care,  for  to  the  royal  bride 
Already  is  it  known"  (the  king  replied. 
And  straight  resumed  his  seat)  ;  while  round  him  bows 
Each  faithful  youth,  and  breathes  out  ardent  vows  : 
Then  all  beneath  their  father  take  their  place, 
Rank'd  by  their  ages,  and  the  banquet  grace. 

Now  flying  Fame  the  swift  report  had  spread 
Through  all  the  city,  of  the  suitors  dead, 
In  throngs  they  rise,  and  to  the  palace  crowd  ; 
Their  sighs  were  many  and  the  tumult  loud. 
Weeping  they  bear  the  mangled  heaps  of  slain  ; 
Inhume  the  natives  in  their  native  plain, 
The  rest  in  ships  are  wafted  o'er  the  main. 
Then  sad  in  council  all  the  seniors  sate. 
Frequent  and  full,  assembled  to  debate  : 
Amid  the  circle  first  Eupithes  rose. 
Big  was  his  eye  with  tears,  his  heart  with  woM  : 
The  bold  Antinoiis  was  his  age's  pride. 
The  first  who  by  Ulysses'  arrow  died. 
Down  his  wan  cheek  the  trickling  torrent  ran. 
As  mixing  words  with  sighs  he  thus  began  : 

"  Great    deeds,   O    friends  !    this    wondrous   man   bas 
wrought, 
And  mighty  blessings  to  his  country  brought  I 
With  ships  he  parted,  and  a  numerous  train. 
Those,  and  their  ships,  he  buried  in  the  main. 
Now  he  returns,  and  first  essays  his  hand 
In  the  best  blood  of  all  his  native  land. 
Haste,  then,  and  ere  to  neighbouring  Pyle  he  flies, 
Or  sacred  Elis,  to  procure  supplies  ; 
Arise  (or  ye  for  ever  fall),  arise  I 


J546  THE   0DTS8ET   OF    HOMER. 

Shame  to  tliis  age,  and  all  that  shall  succeed  ! 

If  unrevenged  your  sons  and  brothers  bleed. 

Prove  that  we  live,  by  vengeance  on  his  head, 

Or  sink  at  once  forgotten  Avitli  the  dead." 

Here  ceased  he,  but  indignant  tears  let  fall 

Spoke  when  he  ceased  :  dumb  sorrow  touch'd  them  all. 

When  from  the  palace  to  the  -wondering  throng 

Sage  Medon  came,  and  Phemius  came  along 

(Restless  and  early  sleep's  soft  bands  they  broke)  ; 

And  Medon  first  the  assembled  chiefs  bespoke  : 

"  Hear  me,  ye  peers  and  elders  of  the  land. 
Who  deem  this  act  the  work  of  mortal  hand  ; 
As  o'er  the  heaps  of  death  Ulysses  strode. 
These  eyes,  these  eyes  beheld"  a  present  god, 
Who  now  before  him,  now  beside  him  stood, 
Fought  as  he  fought,  and  mark'd  his  way  with  blood  : 
In  vain  old  Mentor's  form  the  god  belied  ; 
'Twas  Heaven  that  struck,  and  Heaven  was  on  his  side." 

A  sudden  horror  all  the  assembly  shook. 
When  slowly  rising,  Halitherses  spoke 
(Reverend  and  wise,  whose  comprehensive  view 
At  once  the  present  and  the  future  knew)  : 
"Me  too,  ye  fathers,  hear  !  from  you  proceed 
The  ills  ye  mourn  ;   your  own  the  guilty  deed. 
Ye  gave  "your  sons,  your  lawless  sons,  the  rein 
(Oft  warn'd  by  Mentor  and  myself  in  vain)  ; 
An  absent  hero's  bed  they  sought  to  soil. 
An  absent  hero's  we:'lth  they  made  their  spoil  ; 
Immoderate  riot,  and  intemperate  lust  ! 
The  offence  was  great,  the  punishment  was  just. 
Weigh  then  my  counsels  in  an  equal  scale. 
Nor  rush  to  ruin.     Justice  will  prevail." 

His  moderate  words  some  better  minds  persuade  : 
They  part,  and  join  him  :  but  the  number  stay'd. 
They  storm,  they  shout,  with  hasty  frenzy  fired. 
And  second  all  Eupithes'  rage  inspired. 
They  case  their  limbs  in  brass  ;  to  arms  they  run  ; 
Tlie'broad  effulgence  blazes  in  the  sun. 
Before  the  city,  and  in  ample  plain. 
They  meet  :  Eupithes  heads  tho  frantic  train. 
Fierce  for  his  son,  he  breathes  his  threats  in  air  ; 
Fate  hears  tliein  not,  and  Death  attends  him  there. 

This  pass'd  on  earth,  while  in  the  realms  abova 
Minerva  thus  to  cloud-compelling  Jove  ! 
"  May  I  presume  to  search  thy  secret  soul  ? 
O  Power  Supreme,  O  Ruler  of  the  whole  ! 
Say,  hast  thou  doom'd  to  this  divided  state 


CONCLtJMON.  34'? 

Or  peaceful  amity  or  stern  debate  ? 
Declare  thy  purpose,  for  thy  will  is  fate." 

' '  Is  not  "thy  thought  my  own  ?  (the  god  replies 
Who  rolls  the  thunder  o'er  the  vaulted  skies  ;) 
Hath  not  long  since  thy  knowing  soul  decreed 
The  ahief's  return  should  make  the  guilty  bleed. 
'Tis  done,  and  at  thy  will  the  Fates  succeed. 
Yet  hear  the  issue  :     Since  Ulysses'  hand 
Has  slain  the  suitors,  Heaven  shall  bless  the  land. 
None  now  the  kindred  of  the  unjust  shall  own  ; 
Forgot  the  slaughter'd  brother  and  the  son  : 
Each  future  day  increase  of  wealth  shall  bring. 
And  o'er  the  past  Oblivion  stretch  her  wing. 
Long  shall  Ulysses  in  his  empire  rest, 
His  people  blessing,  by  his  people  bless'd. 
Let  all  be  peace." — He  said,  and  gave  the  nod 
That  binds  the  Fates  ;  the  sanction  of  the  god  • 
And  prompt  to  execute  the  eternal  will. 
Descended  Pallas  from  the  Olympian  hilL 

Now  sat  Ulysses  at  the  rural  feast 
The  rage  of  hunger  and  of  thirst  repress'd  : 
To  watch  the  foe  a  trusty  spy  he  sent  : 
A  son  of  Dolius  on  the  message  went. 
Stood  in  the  way,  and  at  a  glance  beheld 
The  foe  approach,  embattled  on  the  field. 
With  backward  step  he  hastens  to  the  bower, 
And  tells  the  news.     They  arm  Avith  all  their  power. 
Four  friends  alone  Ulysses'  cause  embrace. 
And  six  were  all  the  sons  of  Dolius'  race  : 
Old  Dolius  too  his  rusted  arms  put  on  ; 
And,  still  more  old,  in  arms  Laertes  shone. 
Trembling  with  warmth,  the  hoary  heroes  stand, 
And  brazen  panoply  invests  the  band. 
The  opening  gates  at  once  their  war  display  : 
Fierce  they  rush  forth  :  L^lysses  leads  the  way. 
That  moment  joins  them  with  celestial  aid. 
In  Mentor's  form,  the  Jove-descended  maid  : 
The  suffering  hero  felt  his  patient  breast 
Swell  with  new  joy,  and  thus  his  son  address'd  : 

"  Behold,  Telemachus  !  (nor  fear  the  sight,) 
The  brave  embattled,  the  grim  front  of  fight ! 
The  valiant  with  the  valiant  must  contend. 
Shame  not  the  line  whence  glorious  you  descend. 
Wide  o'er  the  world  their  martial  fame  was  spread  ; 
Regard  thyself,  the  living  and  the  dead." 

"  Thy  eyes,  great  father  !  on  this  battle  cast. 
Shall  learn  from  me  Penelope  was  chaste," 


348  a:H£  odtsset  of  homsb. 

So  spoke  Telemachus  :  the  gallant  boy 
Good  old  Laertes  heard  with  panting  joy. 
"  And  bless'd  !  thrice  bless'd  this  happy  day  I  (he  cries,) 
The  day  that  shows  me,  ere  I  close  my  eyes, 
A  son  and  grandson  of  the  Arcesian  name 
Strive  for  fair  virtue,  and  contest  for  fame  ! " 

Then  thus  Minerva  in  Laertes'  ear  : 
"  Son  of  Arcesius,  reverend  warrior,  hear  ! 
Jove  and  Jove's  daughter  first  implore  in  prayer. 
Then,  whirling  high,  discharge  thy  lance  in  air." 
She  said,  infusing  courage  with  the  word. 
Jove  and  Jove's  daughter  then  the  chief  implored. 
And,  whirling  high,  dismiss'd  the  lance  in  air. 
Full  at  Eupithes  drove  the  deathful  spear  : 
The  brass-cheek'd  helmet  opens  to  the  wound  ; 
He  falls,  earth  thunders,  and  his  arms  resound. 
Before  the  father  and  the  conquering  son 
Heaps  rush  on  heaps,  they  fight,  they  drop,  they  run 
Now  by  the  sword,  and  now  the  javelin,  fall 
The  rebel  race,  and  death  had  swallow'd  all ; 
But  from  on  high  the  blue-eyed  virgin  cried  ; 
Her  awful  voice  detain'd  the  headlong  tide  : 
"  Forbear,  ye  nations,  your  mad  hands  forbear 
From  mutual  slaughter  ;  Peace  descends  to  spare." 
Fear  shook  the  nations  :  at  the  voice  divine 
They  drop  their  javelins,  and  their  rage  resign. 
All  scatter'd  round  their  glittering  weapons  lie  ; 
Some  fall  to  earth,  and  some  confusedly  fly. 
With  dreadful  shouts  Ulysses  pour'd  along, 
Swift  as  an  eagle,  as  an  eagle  strong. 
But  Jove's  red  arm  the  burning  thunder  aims  : 
Before  Minerva  shot  the  livid  flames  ; 
Blazing  they  fell,  and  at  her  feet  expired  ; 
Then  stopped  the  goddess,  trembled  and  retired. 

"  Descended  from  the  gods  !    Ulysses,  cease  ; 
OfEend  not  Jove  :  obey,  and  give  the  peace." 

So  Pallas  spoke  :  the  mandate  from  above 
The  king  obey'd.     The  virgin-seed  of  Jove, 
In  Mentor's  form,  confirm'd  the  full  accord. 
And  willing  nations  knew  their  lawful  lord. 


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